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Sue Ch. 01

By: loboss2



This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago, it has been posted online a few times. I decided to rework the whole five-part series and offer it here. Hope you like it!

Sue 1

My wife Sue and I tried a "game" a couple of years ago one summer when our two kids were out of state with grandparents. At first it started innocently enough where Sue went into a bar and I would come in later and try to pick her up. She wanted to see if I could handle possibly being rejected, and I wanted to see her in public wearing some sexy clothes.

That evening my wife put on a maroon colored tank-type mini dress, white shear panties, and a pair of thin strapped four inch heels. I couldn't keep my hands off her as we drove, but she pushed me off, telling me that I had to "earn" the right to leave the bar with her. As she got out of the car and walked into the place, I was amazed at how sexy my wife was! I mean, she was just poured into a dress that was so tight around her round ass you could easily see her panty lines. We had picked a bar that wasn't a dump, rather a place that was frequented by working people from around the neighborhood, but far enough from our house where we were not likely to bump into anyone we knew. After Sue disappeared into the building, I sat in the car and watched as more and more filed into the tavern.

I gave her twenty minutes before I entered the packed bar. Looking around, I didn't immediately locate her but in the crowded conditions I wasn't too worried. Finally I saw my wife in the back near the bathrooms. I was a little surprised to see her in a booth with a guy, because I was suppose to just walk up and try to pick her up. The stranger, a scruffy looking mechanic type wearing a ball cap, and Sue were sitting close to each other and knocking back some beer. Sue paid no attention to me as I walked past and sat a nearby table. She and her new "friend" were laughing and having a good time, occasionally punctuated by the guy placing his hand on her leg or draping it around her shoulder to hug her.

I watched for a few minutes until Sue whispered something in his ear and stood up, pulling her dress down a little to straighten the hem. She headed for the restroom and I thought this would be a good time to talk to her about the plan for the evening. As Sue left the ladies room a little later, I grabbed her by the arm, asking what she intended to do about the stranger and our original game. We were in a small alcove so I was certain the guy couldn't see us speak. Sue, now a little tipsy, told me not to worry.

"I just want to have a little fun with this rube," she explained, " we are still on for later this evening, especially if you barge in and try to take me away from him." With that, she gave me a knowing wink.

I wondered as I watched Sue walk back to the booth what she was up to; however, I noticed that something was wrong, missing as it were. Of course! No panty lines. Sue had removed her panties in the bathroom and was going to sit next to her new grease-monkey friend, naked beneath her mini dress. I got back to my table in time to watch the stranger kiss my wife on the lips as she sat down. He seemed a little surprised, and I guessed he didn't expect her to come back after leaving. My pretty spouse got real close to him and placed her hand on his lap.

I watched Sue and the guy drink, becoming a lot friendlier. Within minutes of her return from the bathroom, he had his hand firmly lodged between her thighs, trying to move his filthy fingers a little higher. My wife kept her legs tight and even grabbed his hand to move it away. However, the more she drank the less resistance she offered and in an hour her thighs were far enough apart for his dirty paw to travel all the way up Sue's dress. Soon, I could see the stranger digging at Sue's privates as he placed his right arm around her to pull her even closer. Because of the lighting I couldn't tell if he had actually worked a finger inside her pussy, but Sue began to squirm a little then kissed the guy deeply. From her reaction, I was certain that he was stroking my wife's cunt. Suddenly, "Goober" said something to her and they both left the booth and headed for the exit. I could see that my wife's dress hem had been pushed all the way up above her crotch as she was scooting out of the booth, and I could have sworn I spied the tell-tale glistening of her pussy juice on her freshly shorn pussy. Sue was very unsteady after all that drinking, stumbling a little as she pulled her dress down over ass, so her friend put his arm around her. They walked to the door slowly, followed by the knowing smiles of many of the patrons, and I couldn't help notice that several men at the bar tried to pinch or grab my wife's bottom when she passed.

I was afraid that I'd miss them by the time I reached the parking lot, however, Sue and her new friend hadn't gotten farther than his beat-up tow truck. In seclusion by the bar's dumpster, my wife was sitting on the dirty bumper with her dress bunched up under her tits and her legs splayed apart. Between her thighs, the stranger stood before Sue and unzipped his pants. He pulled his dick out and, rubbing it over her lips, begging her for a blow job. Hesitantly, she placed her right hand around its large girth and started to move it back and forth. I couldn't believe it, she almost never gave me oral sex and now was she actually thinking about blowing this greasy looking dude?

"What's wrong baby?" the stranger asked, "never seen a real man's cock before have ya? I bet your husband has a tiny pecker and that's why you are here tonight. Don't look at me like that Honey, you wore your rings tonight, so I know what's going on."

Stroking the young man's cock Sue tried to explain, "N...no its not like that. I love my husband, this was just a game. He's suppose to be around here and pick me up."

Looking around quickly, the man tried to see if anyone was watching, but I was well hidden in the evening. Satisfied that they were alone, he tried to push his eight inch cock in Sue's mouth.

"You don't like a working man's tool huh? Well its ok Darling because I don't think your hubby made it out of the bar. Maybe he found a faggot to go home with! Ha ha! Now get sucking bitch I don't have all night." The guy became aggressive and tried to pull Sue's head toward his throbbing weapon.

My wife tried to protest, saying that he smelled too bad, the stranger just chucked and told Sue that she needed to clean his cock then. With that he pinched Sue's nose closed and pushed his penis between her lips as she opened her mouth for air. He was able to get a few inches inside until Sue began to gag. He pulled all the way out then forced it in my wife's mouth again. She struggled a little so the man grabbed her head tightly with both hands then began a nasty face fuck. I couldn't help noticing that Sue stopped her resistance and even grabbed the stranger's ass to help regulate his strokes. Soon I could see more and more of the man's cock disappearing down her throat until she was able to take most of its length. By that time Sue began to finger her own pussy while moaning loudly around the big prick in her mouth. Just as she was about to orgasm, the guy groaned and shoved his dick deep. My pretty bride was getting a cum dinner, swallowing in an attempt to keep up with his load, but some of his sperm leaked from around her lips.

Sue really drained the man, by the time he had dumped his load and she licked around his hairy pubes to clean them, he was almost passed out. He leaned against the wall and practically begged my wife to come home with him. At this, I fearfully worried at how far this "game" was going. What if Sue went home with this well hung stranger? I had no idea where he lived, if he had diseases, or whether or not he was some kind of manic! I should have stopped this long ago, but I had to admit to myself that it was very exciting watching my wife. 

Sue politely refused the stranger's request but as a token of the night reached into her handbag and offered her panties. Smiling, the man took them and gave her a deep kiss. I noticed he also gave Sue a card as he got inside his truck and drove off. She placed the card in her purse, got her compact out and tried to clean her face off a little, then walked over to our car. As she was looking around for me, I stepped out of the shadows and asked her where she had been. 

"J..Joe. I didn't see you there," Sue nervously said, "well...I got a little drunk and decided to step outside for some fresh air. That guy I met inside helped me out then took off."

I didn't tell Sue I'd seen everything. I really wanted her to admit to me that she had blown a stranger and enjoyed it. We went home and had great sex that night. My wife was fantastic in bed and seemed insatiable, but something had changed. I wonder if Sue was thinking about her dirty mechanic while making love to me. I'm also afraid that we might have opened a door in our marriage that my wife will want to enter in the future.

Sue Ch. 01-04



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Chapter 1

First Fumblings

Looking back from so many years later it's very clear that my sexual predilections were actually formed very early. I don't remember exactly how old I was when I first felt a boy's fully erect cock, but I could have only just turned eighteen. It was a year or so later before I had my first, fumbling and totally unsatisfying fuck, but by then I knew one thing for certain - once I had gained some experience, and had found a guy who could do it proficiently - I was going to really, really like sex!

Nearly all the girls I knew were mad about boys and men - both those that were available locally and the older, fantasy-figure, sport, pop and movie stars - and apart from clothes, they spent virtually all their spare time talking about them, dividing them into mainly just two categories; those that were gorgeous and the others, that were repulsive. At that time I felt much the same way and joined in with my friends of course - but even then I sensed that there was something different about me or at least about the way I felt about the boys we were talking about. Once past the obvious attributes - good-looking, interesting, exciting - the other girls seemed to think of them in an almost abstract way, as prizes to be won and then owned, while I thought of them as being the possessors of cocks - cocks that I wanted to see, touch, arouse and in time, feel inside me.

Although, like my friends, I was turned-on to boys that were attractive; had style, great bodies or some other special attribute - it was always their cock that I eventually found myself thinking about. What would it look like limp and later, erect - what shape, how big? How would it and he react when I touched and fondled it? What would we do with it - would he want me to suck it or to get him off with my hand? And then, if we did have sex - would he be gentle or rough? Would he caress my breasts, suck them for me? Would he come too quickly or would he actually be able to get me off too? Would he be able to do it again? How long would I have to wait to find out?

The girls talked about their supposed sexual activities - about what their latest had or had not done or tried to do - but their stories were usually told with a lot of embarrassed giggling and when I tried to join in by telling them what I had done and how it had felt, I quickly found that they weren't really interested in my feelings and certainly didn't want to know that I had actually enjoyed it. It was as though for them the important thing was really just having a story to tell.

Even the girls who had 'done it' seemed to get more pleasure from having the others know that they had, than from recalling the excitement or pleasure of the experience itself. To most it was just a way of keeping the boy interested in them, to some it seemed to be a way of getting status amongst their friends and to others something they had to do just to keep up with the girls in their particular group.

But, as I said, by the time I was nineteen or so, I knew I loved sex itself. I loved everything about it. The feeling of anticipation, the growing tension between the boy and myself, the variety of thrills I felt as different parts of my body reacted in different ways, the ways boys and their bodies reacted to what I did to them. Even the complicated business of planning where and how to get away by yourselves so that you could do it - at that age, even with a steady boy-friend it was hard to get away from the rest of the crowd and there was rarely anywhere where you could be comfortable together. How I envied older girls, girls who lived away from home, to me the idea of having a place of my own meant having a bed-room constantly available for sex and that seemed the ultimate reward for getting through the problems of the late teen-age years. 

Many of those problems involved boys of course and I had just as many as the other girls, falling madly in love with one who totally ignored me or being hounded by one that I simply couldn't stand the sight of. But, even when I was suffering from a bad attack of unrequited love I found that if there was another boy, who was in some other way exciting, he could help me forget the one my heart yearned for - I found that physical pleasures could smother the painful heart-ache, for a time at least.

Then sometimes, I found that even when I had been successful in attracting the attention of a current idol, he didn't always turn out to be very exciting physically. So I quickly understood that what we then thought was 'love' was not so good if the sexual excitement wasn't there - and that a good petting session with a boy who knew what he was doing could make a very nice, if temporary substitute for it.

By this time I had also learned enough about the likely reactions of my girl friends to know that this was not something to be talked about with them.

I had realised very early on that girls who were 'easy' quickly developed a bad reputation with both their girl friends and, more amazingly with the boys too. It took some time for me to understand the boys' reactions - at first I couldn't puzzle out why it should be so - surely a girl who enjoyed doing what virtually all the boys spent most of their time trying to get a girl to do, would be extremely popular and held in high esteem. But no, not only did those girls get ostracised by their girl friends, the 'nice' boys looked down on them too - some of them might surreptitiously try their luck with them but even if they were successful it wasn't something they were proud of and they gave the impression that what she had done just went to prove how much of a 'slut' she actually was. I couldn't understand it - but I did realise that I needed to keep quiet about my own, different feelings and, if I wanted to remain liked by my friends, restrict my natural inclination to get as much experience as quickly as possible. So, like most teen-agers - but for different reasons - I spent a lot of time masturbating - and had a whole library of imaginings, interspersed with just a few actual memories, that I used to excite myself when I did it. 

There had been one particular boy that I had been out with a couple of times and as he had already finished college I had been astonished and a bit over-awed when he had asked me to go out with him. Maybe he'd sensed something about me - but he was just a bit premature, at that age I was still too scared to 'go all the way' and as that was what he was really after, when he found out that I really wouldn't, he didn't ask me out with him a third time.

But I hadn't been too timid to miss the opportunity to get him off with my hand and it was frequently his cock that I saw in my mind's eye when I was alone. In my imagination I probably made it even bigger and more powerful than it had really been - maybe not. But at the time and for quite a long time after, it was by far the biggest and most beautiful cock I had actually touched.

For our first date he took me to the movies, I don't remember what we saw as I'm sure I spent the entire time in a state of nervous anticipation, much of which was sparked by the way his hands began to wander over me once the lights had gone down - one result of which was that by the time we got up to leave I found that I was so wet that my panties were sticking uncomfortably to me. For his age he was very self-assured and at various times his hands had felt all of the easily accessible parts of me, as well as trying for others that were more difficult to get at, he had done it nicely, slowly, caressingly - definitely not just a series of quick gropes, as was more usually the case with boys of my own age.

He had borrowed his father's car and on the way home he naturally drove us to a secluded spot and parked. We did a lot of kissing and some pretty frenzied fondling for a while until, when he tried to get my bra off before even undoing my blouse, I eased him away from me and began to undress myself. I could see he was surprised by that and at first he didn't seem to know how to react to it, then he quickly began to do the same. In fact he was down to his underpants before I had finished and I remember stopping to look at him. The bulge in his underpants was enormous and I just couldn't help staring at it, then as he got them down over his hips I heard myself gasp as his cock literally sprang up. I'll never forget that moment or the sight of it, it seemed monstrous and I felt my heart racing as I continued staring down at it, my fingers literally itching to feel the hot hardness of it. 

I don't know if the actual sight of it made me realise what was about to happen to me, or that it was just the sheer size that scared me - but suddenly the implications of taking off my panties, making myself completely available to him, were just too much for me. 

Thankfully he gave me the excuse for stopping the awkward struggle I had been having with my wet and clinging panties by pulling my head towards him with one hand and, as he kissed me, reaching for my breasts with his other. Then, as we continued kissing and he began to fondle me, I found I could feel the soft heat of his cock-head pulsing against my stomach and reached down for it, thrilling as I felt the thick shaft jerking powerfully between my fingers. Although our lips were clamped together and our tongues probing deep inside each other's mouth, I heard him groaning with pleasure as his cock responded to my touch and that and the actual feel of it pulsing in response to my strokes, raised my own excitement to near fever pitch.

Looking back I'm quite sure that if I had not still had my panties on he could have flipped me on to my back and got inside me in a flash. As it was he got so excited from what my hand was doing to him that within a minute or so I heard the sounds of pleasure becoming much more urgent and felt him thrusting his cock up through my fingers.

It didn't seem possible but I was sure it had got even bigger, even harder and I tore my mouth away from his to look down at it - just in time to see the first jet of thick semen burst from it and spout up over my breasts. He was like a wild thing, jerking himself right up off the seat, one hand still gripping my breast, so hard that it almost began to hurt me but, in a strange way that only seemed to increase my own excitement even more and I watched in fascination as my hand forced a second, third and fourth jet from his spasming cock.

That climax seemed to satisfy him for that evening - but when he asked me out again about a week later, even though he didn't actually say so in words, I knew that this time he expected proper sex with me. I had time to think about my reaction to that and although I met him as we had arranged, I did make sure he understood that though I loved doing what I had done the previous time, I felt I was still too unsure about 'going all the way' with him. 

He was much more subdued during the evening and later, when we were on our own, he tried everything he could think of to persuade me to change my mind and I admit I was tempted, particularly when I thought of his huge cock and wondered what it would feel like inside me - but I didn't change my mind - even though I did get my first, actual taste of a boy's cock and semen - and found that I actually liked those too!

For a long time I used to replay those two encounters over and over again in my mind as I brought myself to solitary climaxes.

During the year or so that I remained a virgin I had several similar outings with equally enthusiastic, if less well endowed boys and quietly became something of an expert at getting them off with either my hands or mouth - liking and just occasionally actually getting myself off too, from either method.

Looking back, the thing I find strangest about that time was the lack of the boys' interest in finding out what pleased me. My breasts and bum came in for a lot of attention of course - and that usually felt nice at the time - but when it came to a comparison between what I was prepared to do for the boys and what they were prepared to do for me, there was no contest. Most made some kind of fumbling grope at my pussy, usually too quick, too hard and totally lacking in any understanding of where and what a clitoris is and how it needs to be treated. Those times I did manage to reach a climax were usually more a result of my own mounting excitement than from any stimulation the boy might have given me.

So I shouldn't have been too surprised that when it came to my first actual fuck it too was a bit of a hit and miss affair - but after reaching the age of nineteen I was quite determined to rid myself of my so called 'virginity' and it was only a question of when, with whom and where, as far as I was concerned. 

The boy's name was David and it happened at a friend's house, during her birthday party. As we knew that her parents were going out for the evening most of the boys had brought something with them so we were all either drinking or smoking and there were already quite a few couples missing when he got round to asking me if I'd like to go outside for some fresh air. We found a quiet spot behind the garage and had been kissing and petting pretty heavily for a while, during which time I'd had a bit of a feel of his nicely erect cock when he quietly said,

'I've got a condom with me. Shall we use it Sue?'

The college I went to had a full programme of sex education and luckily for me my mother wasn't as narrow minded as many other girls' mothers were and she had always talked to me about male and female bodies, what happened to them during puberty and what sex was all about. So when I had suggested to her that perhaps I should go on the pill, 'just in case', she was prepared to consider it and, after much quizzing as to what I was actually getting up to and finding out that it had all been relatively harmless up to that point, she agreed. So David's condom wasn't really necessary - but I certainly wasn't going to tell him that! What I did say was -

'Where?'

I think my answer took him by surprise, I don't think he'd expected me to agree as easily as that, if at all - and he had no more idea as to where we could 'do it' than I had.

'Let's have a look around inside.' he suggested.

I had no better idea and being keen to end my technical 'virginity' and as David was a nice enough boy and it felt as though he had a decent sized cock, I took his hand and off we went in search of a bed.

We disturbed another two couples who had the same idea before we found what I think must have been the spare room but when we went in and closed the door behind us and I felt him trembling beside me, I knew for sure that he was far more nervous than I was. He didn't turn the light on but he did lock the door and then just stood there, sort of helplessly, not sure just what to do next - so after a few seconds of that I said to him 'Aren't you going to get undressed?' And began to get my own things off.

It was all a bit of a farce really, David was so tense he lost his erection, when I helped him recover it he couldn't find the condom, when he finally found that he couldn't get it on and in the struggle his cock started to go limp again, so once more I had to get it hard and then help him roll the thing down over it. I began to wonder if it was all really worth-while!

I suppose that having been through all that all he wanted to do was get his cock into me and get it over with as quickly as possible, which was fine for him but not much fun for me - but that's just about what happened - he had his fuck, I'd 'lost' my virginity, we got dressed and went back to the party. I don't think he actually spoke to me again for the rest of the evening. Boys are funny like that!

Anyway I had at least achieved my objective, I was no longer a virgin and having got rid of it I now felt I was better equipped to 'explore the world of sex'. Looking back I can see just how stupid that sounds but it's exactly what I thought at the time, I don't remember just how I thought I was going to do that without getting the reputation of being a 'slut', which I certainly didn't want, but it was what I wanted to do.

As things turned out, not too long after that first, not very satisfactory experience, my parents and I went off for our annual holiday and although it was more luck than anything else, that was when I actually started on my exploration!

Mum and Dad liked nothing better than to laze around on the beach during the mornings and though I liked to get a good tan I couldn't stand just lying there all that time, which they understood and, so long as they had some idea of where I was going and what I was doing I was under no pressure to stay with them. I had been saving most of my allowance and knew exactly what I was going to do with at least some of it - there was a shop in the town that stocked the latest, most daring swim suits and I planned to buy one. So, that very first morning I told my parents I was going browsing around the shops in town.

When I got there I found that some of the things they had on display in the window were real eye-openers even to me and I knew very well that my parents would never let me wear anything as daring, even if, I admitted to myself, I'd had the figure for them. But I went in and started to look through the other things they had and soon found a gorgeous, jade green bikini that I just simply fell in love with. My skin is a light olive colour which takes a tan really well and I knew that when I had picked up a bit, its colour would look fantastic against my skin and that it would also highlight the flashes of green in my eyes. 

Even so, when I actually tried it on I just stared at myself - I looked terrific! My breasts aren't especially big but they do have a nice, round shape and as the top gave them extra lift it made the cleavage between them much more pronounced. But my best feature is my legs, they're the part of me that most boys first make a comment about - they're long, slim, have nicely rounded thighs and very small ankles. The bottom half of the bikini was cut high on the hip so made them look even longer and the fit of it over my bottom gave it a really sexy curve. It was so lovely that I didn't even try to anticipate my parents' reaction and decided I just had to buy it. 

The only thing that really concerned me was the tiny amount of material over my pubes - it was obvious that as I didn't want to have pubic hair poking out on either side of it, I would have to have some of them removed. Then as the bikini turned out to be less expensive than I had expected to have to pay I decided that rather than trying to do it for myself, I'd have it done professionally and luckily the girl in the shop was able to recommend a nearby beauty salon. So, feeling strangely excited and somehow very grown up, I walked the short distance to the salon and when I got there found that my luck was still holding good, they weren't very busy at that time and were able to take me straight away.

Having shown the woman what I had bought and worked out the area that needed waxing I was soon stretched out on a padded table, naked from the waist down and as I lay there waiting for them to start I couldn't help thinking of the number of boys I knew that would give almost anything to be able to see inside a place like that.

A girl about my own age came in to actually apply the wax and even in those strange circumstances we got chatting and I found that I immediately felt comfortable with her and felt that she seemed to have taken a liking to me too. Later, after the senior lady had done the actual painful bit, the younger one, Jane, came back to apply a soothing lotion and while she did that we talked some more. Anyway we got on so well that we arranged to meet after she had finished work, when she said she would show me around the town.




Sue Ch. 01-04



So, in just a couple of hours I had got myself a lovely bikini, a neat pussy and a potential friend - I felt sure it was going to be a great holiday - and as things turned out I proved be perfectly right about that!

I went back to the motel and changed into my new bikini, slipped a T shirt and shorts on over it, grabbed a towel and headed for an hour or so on the beach, staying well away from where I knew my parents would be - I'd let them see my purchase when I had to, not before. As we had agreed, I met up with them for lunch and they seemed pleased to hear when I told them I had met a nice local girl in one of the shops and that we had arranged to meet that evening.

Later, when I was getting myself ready to go to meet Jane, I decided to wear a dress rather than just T-shirt and jeans and when I went into the coffee bar that we'd arranged to meet at and found Jane sitting with two good-looking boys I was glad I had opted for the more feminine outfit. It was immediately obvious which one of them was hers and I guessed that the other was his younger brother. I was right about both things and Peter, the elder and Richard, to my mind the cuter, both proved to be good company and great fun. 

We sat talking and laughing together for a while, then decided to go on to a movie together. The boys got us seats to one side, near the back of the theatre and arranged things so that Jane and I sat in the middle with one of them on either side of us and even in the semi-darkness I saw that as soon as they sat down Peter had put one arm familiarly around Jane's shoulders and rested the other hand on her thigh. I found myself wondering if his younger brother was equally confident and experienced. 

Richard waited until the credits began to roll for the main picture then tentatively felt for the hand I had left conveniently on the arm-rest and when he found I didn't move it away, gave it a quick squeeze and then let go of it and slipped his arm around my shoulders too. Jane noticed the movement, turned towards me and gave me a quick grin - and a slow wink. I knew that she and I were going to get along really well with each other and hoped that Richard and I would too.

I really wasn't very interested in the movie as I was too busy concentrating on what Richard was doing to me. I liked the way he didn't rush things, not going for the quick, groping feel, taking his time, giving me an opportunity to stop him at each stage - which I didn't of course.

First he let his fingers slowly stroke my hair and the back of my neck, which sent little shivery feelings running up and down my spine and then pulled me closer to him and, having let his hand slip down my back a little, then progressed it around me until he found the curve of my breast. His hand and what he was doing to me felt nice and I let him know that by snuggling even closer to him, which of course made it easy for him to take the whole of my breast in his hand, which felt even nicer.

A little later, while he still continued to fondle my then tingling breast, I felt his lips brushing little kisses on my ear and down the side of my neck and he whispered how gorgeous he thought I was and, as he spoke, I felt his other hand rest lightly on my knee. Again he took his time and I began to get even more excited by his slow but confident progress - first getting his hand up under the hem of my dress and then tracing patterns over my thigh, letting his fingers move slowly higher and higher - and as I got even more aroused I became conscious of a warm, damp feeling between my legs.

His hand continued its slow progress and, wondering how he would manage when he reached the tight band of my panties, I let myself relax, allowing my thighs to part a little more, making space for his fingers to get where I thought they wanted to go and where I was now itching for them to be. 

As he felt me move he shifted his hand higher and then as he rested it right on the curving mound between my legs he again kissed the sensitive spot on the nape of my neck - whispering that he wished we were somewhere else, somewhere where he could really show me how much he liked me - and softly asked if I would like that too. In answer I first gripped his knee then slid my hand up over the tense ridge of his well-muscled thigh until higher up I found the even more exciting bulge. As I closed my fingers around the hard length of his cock and squeezed it he said he thought we ought to leave - and I immediately agreed.

What with the sound of the movie playing in the background and concentrating on the thrills Richard's hand had been giving me, I had almost forgotten Jane and Peter beside us - but when I turned to tell her what we were going to do I found that they hadn't been wasting their time watching the movie either. Jane was slumped down in her seat and Peter was down on his knees between her legs, he was obviously licking her pussy! Although I had never had a boy do that to me I could well imagine the sensations she must be experiencing and felt incredibly envious. Of course Richard could see what was going on too and I felt his hand grip me tighter as he leaned closer and whispered.

'Would you like me to do that to you?'

I answered without even really stopping to think 'Mmmm! Yes please'

Just at that moment Jane must have sensed us watching her and she looked up at us with pleasure-glazed eyes and gave us a weak smile. I said that we were leaving and Richard, leaning over my shoulder told her where they would find us, adding cheekily - 'When you've seen enough of the film that is!'


Chapter 2

Richard

He took me down to the beach-front and from the confident way he guided me through the rocky outcrops in the semi-darkness I guessed that I was not the first girl he had taken to that spot. But then I wasn't interested in another fumbling virgin, I wanted someone who already knew what it was all about, someone that would not only know how to give as well as take pleasure - but also someone I could learn from. There wasn't much of a moon but my eyes soon became accustomed to the darkness and I found that I could actually see quite well by the time he helped me down a grassy slope and into a natural hollow, where we stopped. I looked quickly around us and saw that we were surrounded by a heap of jumbled rocks that I guessed would have hidden us from prying eyes even in the day-time, grass covered the slope that led down through them to where we had stopped and partially covered half of the floor of the place, the rest was soft sand that then led out between more rocks to the open sea. As I turned back to face Richard he smiled at me and without wasting any more time, took me in his arms and kissed me hard.

I felt his hands roaming freely over my body and in response pressed myself harder against him, almost immediately finding the quickly rising swell of his cock with my thigh and, running my hands down his back, I cupped his arse and pulled him even tighter against myself. We stood there just kissing and fondling each other for a time but then I felt his caresses grow more demanding and soon after that he pulled away a little and he began to undress me. As his hands slowly undid the buttons and slipped the dress off my shoulders he bent and kissed them and the contrast of the feel of the cool air and the warmth of his kiss made my skin tingle so that when he then unfastened and took off my bra and again stopped, this time to kiss my breasts and nipples, I felt my excitement and arousal increasing even more.

When he had taken off my panties too he stood there for several moments, just looking at me - then, taking off his shirt, he lay it on the grass and gently pushed me down on to it, spread my legs wide apart, knelt between them, then said.

'Just relax and enjoy Sue.'

The sensations his tongue and mouth created inside me were unbelievable and I was sure that heaven itself couldn't feel any better. He was both gentle and forceful, somehow sensing before I did myself just what would feel best for me. But I had been so aroused before he even began that to my regret, I felt myself starting to climax far too quickly and though I tried desperately to hold it back, so that I could experience more of the blissful feelings he was giving me, I suddenly felt my body arch and, as I grabbed his thick, curly hair and held his head hard up against my pussy, I heard myself scream with pleasure as the force of it ripped through my body.

I lay there gasping as he continued slowly licking and sucking my still twitching pussy and I heard him noisily sucking the fluids that had flowed from me. Then I truly understood why oral sex was so popular - and would quite happily have lain there all night or for as long as Richard was able or prepared to do it to me. But I realised that his own need must by this time be almost unbearable and it was unfair of me to be completely selfish. So, when a second, smaller peak had finished shivering through me I rolled to one side, moved his head from between my thighs and as I sat up, took it between my hands and kissed his mouth, tasting my own slightly bitter juices for the very first time.

His chest was hairless and the feel of his skin beneath my fingers sent a different kind of shiver through me, shivers that got progressively stronger as I ran my hand down over his stomach and, with difficulty on down under the waistband of his jeans, only managing to feel a few of his crinkly hairs before my hand was stopped by the tightness of his belt. Keeping that hand where it was, I used the other to undo both the belt and the zip below it but needed Richard's help in then getting off his jeans and underpants.

Even before he had got himself completely free of his clothes I had my fingers around the hard length of his cock. It was smooth, warm and pulsing with the blood that quickly surged into it now that it had room to grow and I heard Richard moan softly as my fingers ran lightly up and down the shaft and then up over the velvet smoothness of its bulging head. It was my turn to give him pleasure and, pushing him gently backwards I kneeled between his splayed legs just as he had between mine.

As he gave himself up to me I continued to slowly stroke up and down his shaft with one hand while using the other to cup and fondle the weight of his swollen balls. His moans turned to deeper groans of pleasure as my caresses brought him to a straining rock-hardness and even in that dim light I could see small drops of clear fluid glinting as it oozed from the eye of his massively swollen cock-head with each upward stroke of my hand. Lowering my head I lapped it up then began to very slowly lick the entire head with the flat of my tongue. In response, Richard's hips suddenly jerked upwards and as I felt his cock nudging at my lips I opened them as wide as I could and lowered my head, taking in first his cock-head and then as much of the shaft as I could swallow.

Applying all the skills I had acquired with previous boys I used my fingers, lips, mouth and tongue in a combination I knew was guaranteed to excite him. He obviously loved what I did for him as much as I did what he had just done for me - and his climax came almost as quickly as mine had. I saw his thigh and stomach muscles flex, heard his groans of pleasure turn to sharper, more powerful grunts and felt him thrusting his straining cock deeper into my throat, then a series of massive bursts of hot, salty semen filled it and though I sucked and swallowed as hard as I could there was just too much to get down and I felt the warm, sticky surplus dribbling from the corners of my mouth.

Afterwards we lay for a while in each other's arms, stroking and fondling as we lazily kissed and nuzzled. I wasn't surprised to find that I was still feeling sexy and made sure that most of my caresses eventually headed for his thighs, balls and particularly his cock, so was pleased when I quite quickly felt the unmistakable signs of life returning to it. Only a few minutes after I had felt those first, small ripplings I once again had an almost fully erect cock in my hand - this time I wanted it hard up inside my pussy and luckily that was what Richard wanted too.

He got up, dug in the pockets of his jeans for what I saw was a condom and I watched while, with a very practised touch he put it on himself. This was certainly no fumbling virgin, I thought to myself as I admired the strong length of his cock silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Then as he rejoined me I opened myself for him and gasped with pleasure as he knelt then fed the mass of it smoothly into my gaping pussy.

Although his earlier climax had diminished the urgency of his need, he still climaxed earlier than I would have really liked, I climaxed too, just before he did but I knew I could have come again and again if he had been able to delay his a bit longer. But it was fantastic for all that and I certainly wasn't complaining - he was a great lover and I knew I wanted to see him again, hopefully often, before the holiday came to an end.

Jane and Peter arrived soon after we finished and it was obvious from her glow that they had stopped off somewhere along the way to get together as Richard and I just had. Peter had brought some cans of beer with him and we sat and drank them, talking, listening to the sea, smoking, cuddling - it was a wonderful end to a wonderful first day for me.

Peter worked for a bank but Richard was, like me still at school so was available during the day-time and he made it clear that he wanted to spend much of that with me, which of course I was thrilled about, so as he walked me home we arranged to meet the following morning, at what we now considered to be 'our place'.

Not knowing the full extent of my evening's activities my parents made no objections when I said that I would like to spend the day at the beach with some friend's of the girl I had been to the pictures with and the following morning, as I put on my new bikini, covered it with shorts and T shirt and took off to meet Richard at the hollow, I wondered what he would look like in his beach gear and couldn't wait to see his reaction to mine. 

I wasn't disappointed on either score, he looked great! He looked really fit and it was obvious from his well-defined muscles that he took good care of his body. I kept a careful watch out of the corner of my eye as I stripped off my outer clothes and purposely made a bit of a show of myself while folding and putting them away. When I saw his almost bug-eyed reaction I knew the bikini had already been worth its price.

We went for a bit of a walk along the beach and every now and then he'd let go of my hand and either walk backwards in front of me or tail along behind for a while - 'Just to have a really good look.' - as he admitted to me. I loved it, especially as it wasn't long before I could see the result of his 'looking' showing up as a clearly defined swelling in the front of his shorts. Luckily there were few people on that part of the beach or it might have become a bit embarrassing for us.

Of course neither had forgotten the intense pleasures we had given each other just a few hours earlier and were both keen to repeat them, so before too long we were back in the hollow - and, after I had carefully removed my new bikini, he was back inside me.

That set the pattern for the holiday, I spent as little time as I could with my parents and, as I seemed to be having a really good time with my new found 'friends' they didn't mind my absences. I think they were getting off with each other back at the motel most afternoons anyway, so were quite glad not to have me hanging around them then. 

One of the things I'll never forget about that time with Richard was discovering the pleasure I got from the almost magical way a cock gets erect when I slowly play with it.

It was our second or third day together, we'd made love during the morning, had a picnic lunch and afterwards stretched out in the sun to doze a little. As the sun moved across the sky and went behind one of the tall rocks behind us it cast a deep shadow down in the hollow and it must have been the relative coolness of that falling across my body that woke me. I sat up and looked around for a minute, beside me Richard was still sleeping soundly and I looked fondly down at him, recalling the pleasure he had given me just a little earlier.

As protection from the sun he had covered himself with his huge beach towel and I carefully turned it back so that I could see him better. I had forgotten that he hadn't bothered to replace his shorts after we had finished making love and so saw his cock and balls nestling defencelessly between his strong thighs. Moving closer to him I began to very gently touch them, enjoying both the actual feel of them and the situation of being able to explore them without his knowledge. 

Much to my surprise, after a few minutes I realised that even though he was definitely still asleep, in response to my fondling caresses his cock was gradually both lengthening and thickening. Intrigued as to how far I could go without waking him, I very carefully continued, fascinated by the sight of its slow but steady growth and hardness. From time to time he made little mewling sounds in his sleep and his body twitched and turned as though he was having some kind of dream. When he first did that I stopped for a while, until I was sure he wasn't waking up and then started again. When I had finally got it fully erect I sat back and looked at my handiwork - it really was a gorgeous cock and the way it stuck straight up from his belly gave me a lovely, squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

But even as I watched I saw that it was slowly beginning to wilt a little, obviously without continuing stimulation it would shrink back to its previous, limp state and, as I liked the sight of it at full stretch, I moved back and started to caress it again. It quickly re-grew to its full size and this time I continued, very slowly stroking up and down the shaft and occasionally gliding the flat of my palm up over the glossy head.

After several more minutes, during which time his 'dreams' seemed to become more intense, I noticed the little 'eye' in the head was seeping clear, sticky fluid and that made me wonder if it would be possible to actually take him all the way to a climax without waking him. With that goal in mind I timed my movements with whatever clues I could pick up from the sounds and movements his body was making, which I found got easier as he seemed to get closer and closer to actually ejaculating. 

As I felt that happening I took the risk that I might wake him after all, gripping the shaft a little more tightly and when I did that I was thrilled to see and feel his body immediately responding - his muscles flexing, his hips beginning to jerk upwards and I felt the increased size of his cock as it swelled in anticipation of what was to come.

My eyes flicked up and down, from his still closed eyes, to his cock, throbbing and jerking in my hand as I slowly pumped him to a spectacular climax. The first jet shot high into the air and, as I watched it fly I saw his eyes open wide and he gave a loud, guttural grunt, then as his body heaved, more jets followed and I knew that now he was awake, fully aware of and loving what I was doing for him.

That first experience whetted my appetite for finding out just how little stimulation would result in him getting an erection and over the next few days I admit that I used Richard as a bit of a guinea pig - not that he ever made any objections of course and often I was the one who benefited most from my own 'experiments', because whenever he grew tired of or just got too inflamed by what I was doing, he'd quite simply flip me over and give me a good hard fucking.




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All in all it was an intensely physical holiday and by the time we had to leave for home my pussy was red, swollen and really quite sore - but like Richard during my erection-making trials, I wasn't complaining about that! Much more importantly, having had his cock inside me from just about every angle possible I considered myself to be sexually experienced and was looking forward to getting more and hopefully, even more varied practice in the near future.


Chapter 3

Attacked

The last eighteen months at school was both a difficult and an exciting period - difficult because of the critical exams that loomed ever closer during it and exciting because of the new emotional and, often more importantly for me, physical experiences I went through. I 'fell in love' a couple of times, one lasted about three weeks, the other over three months but at the time I know that each seemed to be the most important thing in my life - but at least I managed to learn a lot more about myself from each experience. Funnily enough, when I was 'in love' I found the sexual aspect of the relationship became somehow less important than when I just 'had the hots' for some guy. In fact I didn't have sex with the three week love and even with the one that lasted three months it was ages before we actually 'did it'. When I compared that with the speed that Richard and I had got it off together it seemed very strange.

But though I enjoyed the sex I had, through all that time and activity I had the same nagging problem - the guys always came too soon for my liking. Some came so quickly I didn't even have a chance to get properly aroused but even those that seemed to know a girl needs time to get hot and did all the things a girl likes having done to her and then went on to actually give me a climax, even those, just couldn't hold on for as long as I would really have liked.

I wasn't truly frustrated, it was just that I always felt there was something I was missing, that there could be so much more, if only - if only what, I didn't know.

I didn't really want to go on to university, which was just as well because my exam marks weren't really good enough anyway but they were sufficiently high for me to be able to get into a good secretarial college and to take a course in Business Management and basic computer skills. I found I enjoyed Business, it all seemed logical and the objectives appealed to me, far more so than the stuff we had learned at school, none of which seemed to have much relevance to the world around us. But Business I could understand and, as well as enjoying the work I found that I was getting consistently good marks, which of course pleased Mum and Dad too!

There were only a few guys during that time, because I was enjoying what I was doing I was actually working really hard and most of the time I preferred to spend my evenings studying or practising on a small computer my father had bought for me, though every now and then a sufficiently good looking guy's proposition attracted me away from my books or keyboard. But though these guys were generally older than I was, when it came to sex I still found the same old problem of them not giving me enough time and I really began to wonder if it was something I was going to have to put up with for the rest of my life. 

After I finished college my first job was as a sort of secretary to a secretary - the lady I worked for was secretary to the general manager of a company that made a range of spare parts for cars and we worked in a small administration office alongside the factory. But as part of my job was to help in preparing reports for the company's head office I often had to go into the manufacturing area to get information from the production manager and his staff.

He was always very nice to me, treated me a bit like his daughter or grand-daughter, unlike the men in the factory itself, to them I was initially just another stuck-up girl from the office. 

There was a strong dividing line between the factory and the office - some reasons were obvious, we were clean and nicely dressed, they were in overalls and because of the kind of work they did, got dirty - and as a general rule the people in the office were better educated than the factory workers. But I found the division silly, people are people and they are not more or less nice just because they stay clean or get grubby doing their work or because someone did better at school than someone else.

So whenever I got the opportunity I tried talking with people, just being pleasant, trying to let them know I wanted to be friends and as the weeks went by I got to know some of the people who worked in the factory reasonably well. I think the production manager - Brian - noticed what I was doing and appreciated that someone from the office was making an effort to treat his staff decently. He didn't say anything but from time to time, when I was stopping for a chat with someone, I saw him looking down from his office which had been built up above, with large glass windows, so that he could see down over the production area.

I said he treated me like a daughter or grand-daughter and I suppose, if he and his son or daughter had married and had children quickly enough I could in fact have been his grand-daughter but he never gave the impression of being 'old' as some adults do, he never talked down to me, always treating me as an adult with views and opinions that were worth listening to. He was interested in what was going on in other people's lives, how they felt about things, what their problems were and no matter how silly he might have really felt them to be he always gave the impression of understanding the reasons for the person's worries.

I hadn't been aware of it but I must have aroused the interest of at least one of the men in the factory and one day, as I was on my way up to Brian's office he stopped me and wasted no time in asking me to go out with him. Although I didn't have a regular boy friend at the time he just didn't appeal to me in any way and I said 'no' as nicely as I could. He got very unreasonable and called me all sorts of things, implying that I only fucked blokes wearing collars and ties, like the men working in the office.

I got away from him but he had upset me and it must have showed because when I got up to where Brian and his secretary had their offices he called me into his and asked what was the matter with me. I didn't give any details and certainly didn't say who the man was but just said I had been upset by someone and changed the subject, thinking that would be the end of the business - but I was wrong.

Over the next couple of weeks or so, whenever I had to go through the factory I'd find the man waiting somewhere for me, the first time he again asked me to go out with him and again I refused, from then on he'd wait just to swear or make filthy comments at me. It began to upset me so much that I tried to avoid going there, making excuses to put things off and when I did have to go, tried to get to the stairs up to Brian's office as quickly as I could, not stopping to talk to people as I had done before.

Brian must have noticed the change in me but he didn't say anything - until one day it all came to a head. The factory people started and so finished work an hour before the office staff but Brian was often in his office long after the factory itself had shut down and so I had been putting off taking a report over to him, waiting for the man who had been bugging me to leave.

The factory always seemed strange without the noise and activity of the day, the various machines standing idle, most of the lights turned off and as I hurried through it the sound of my heels on the concrete floor echoed loudly. I don't know if he was just late finishing his work or if he had actually hung around in case I appeared but, as I was about half-way to the stairs, I was suddenly grabbed by one arm and spun around and found myself staring into the angry face of the man.

'Maybe now you'll talk to me, you stuck-up little bitch.' he snarled. 'What makes you think a man in overalls isn't good enough for you? I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget - not like those poofters in the office, all you'll get from them, if you're lucky, is a little wimpy poke.'

As he grabbed me I'd screamed, it was a reflex cry more than anything else but when I heard what he was saying and saw the violently determined expression on his face I began to feel really frightened. The place was deserted, he looked as though he meant exactly what he said and I couldn't see any way of defending myself against him. As my panic grew I must have frozen and he easily pulled me hard up against himself, his mouth clamping over mine, his tongue forcing its way roughly between my teeth. 

Dropping the papers I'd been carrying I tried to push him away from me but he was far too strong and his hands reached around and his fingers dug hard into my buttocks. He ground himself up against me and I felt his cock hardening as it pressed up against my thigh and although under other circumstances that would have aroused both my interest and excitement - this time, with this man I just felt disgust - disgust and fear!

Then I felt his fingers relax and his as his mouth eased away from mine I saw that his face was flushed and there was a wild look in his eyes as he said, 'Now, let's have a look at your tits.'

I took a chance, pushed him away from me, twisted out of his grasp, tried to run and screamed again and again and, for a moment I really thought I was going to get away from him. But he was too quick and too strong for me and once again I was roughly grabbed and he silenced my shouting with one hand as the other groped at my breasts and as he did that I felt sure that within a few minutes I was going to become at very least, just another rape statistic, if not something worse.

But just then I heard someone running, then we both staggered, his grip of me loosened and as I fell I heard a hard thump as something hit the man and Brian's voice - as I had never heard it before - full, deep-throated fury, yet still controlled, still full of authority.

'Leave her alone Williams, you animal!'

There was another thump and as I turned and looked up from where I was sprawled on the concrete I saw Brian standing over the man, his clenched fists tensed at his side, the man, Williams, down on one knee, a hand held tightly against the side of his head.

'Get up and get out!' said Brian coldly. 'You'll come in tomorrow for your pay but if ever I see you again, or if you so much as look at this girl again I'll have you behind bars so fast you won't know what happened. Do you understand me?'

Williams didn't look at either of us, just sort of nodded, picked himself up and stumbled off out of the factory.

Brian watched him until he was sure he was gone then turned, looked down at me and bent down to help me up. It had all happened so quickly that I was still dazed but I couldn't help noticing that as he reached for my hand his eyes were suddenly drawn downwards by something. As I had fallen my skirt had been hiked up under me and I realised that he would be able to see all the way up my legs. It was only a second's glance but when I looked up into his eyes as he pulled me to my feet, I saw that the cold fury that had filled them had, almost magically gone.

'Are you all right Sue?' he asked, his voice now softer, full of concern.

'Yes, he didn't actually hurt me. I'm just shaken up a bit.'

'You're bound to be, come up to the office and sit for a while, I'll make you some tea, you'll probably be suffering from shock, then I'll run you home.' Almost to himself, he added. 'The bastard, what got into him?'

'He's been hassling me for a couple of weeks now, verbally I mean, he hasn't tried anything like this before.' I answered.

Brian stopped, turned to me and said. 'He's been hassling you, for two weeks - why on earth haven't you said something before?'

'I didn't want to cause any trouble Brian. I'm only an office girl, not very important around here, he'd probably have said it was all a joke, my fault, something like that. I'd end up just looking like a fool, or a trouble-maker. It just wasn't worth it - I just tried to avoid him instead.'

'So, that's why you've been different the last week or two.' he said, thoughtfully. 'It makes sense now - I was wondering what had got into you. You should have said something, if only to me, privately - I'd have fixed him.'

'I'm sorry Brian - I thought I could handle it.'

'No need for you to be sorry Sue. Just talk to me if there's ever a problem - of any sort, it's always best to solve things early in the piece, not let them get out of hand. Anyway, you won't have any more trouble from him, he's gutless underneath that tough talk.'

He helped me up the stairs to the office and while I sat quietly he bustled around and made the tea then, when it was ready, pulled out a chair and sat opposite me. We had a cigarette and I saw him looking at my trembling fingers as he lit it for me.

'You've had a nasty experience, I'd suggest you take a bit of time off, just take things quietly for a day or two, I'll fix it with the personnel people, so don't worry about that.'

'Please don't tell people what happened Brian, they'll think badly of me, people always think the girl's somehow partly to blame - I don't want to get that kind of reputation.'

'That's a very mature attitude Sue.' he said quietly. 'It's wrong but you're quite right. Only one person needs to know and she won't tell anyone, you can be sure of that, you've no need to worry.'

I knew that he meant Mrs. Morrisey, the woman who ran the personnel section and as I already liked and trusted her I also knew what he said was right and I felt myself starting to finally relax a little. Brian got us both another cup of tea, lit another cigarette and, feeling better by the minute we just quietly chatted. A little later, when he was sure I was recovered, he drove me home and as I got out of his car he said - 'Now don't forget, take a day or two off, I'll fix everything at work. And' he added, 'ring me if you have any problems Sue, O.K.?'

I thanked him and watched as he drove off, an odd, hard to describe feeling fluttering around inside me.

It was about my usual time for getting home from work so I said nothing about the business to anyone but told mum I had a bad headache, didn't feel too good and that I'd just have a light snack, a shower and go to bed.

When I was alone in my room and snuggled down in bed, I thought over what had happened, shivering a little at what might have been, warming as I thought of Brian's rescue and the way he had taken care of me afterwards. Again I felt that funny, fluttering feeling inside as I recalled the sight of him sipping his tea as he sat there with me. Then I remembered that brief moment earlier, when I had been sprawled out on the concrete floor, the second when he had been unable to stop himself from looking up between my wide-spread legs - and, to my amazement I felt myself starting to feel sexy!

Almost in disbelief I ran my hand up underneath my nightie, up to my breasts, their tips were sensitive, swollen, just starting to jut a little and as my fingers ran over them I felt a tremor of pleasure running through me. I tried to imagine it was Brian starting to make love to me, his hands on my breasts - and as I pictured his face above me, found the tremor increasing in strength. 

I couldn't believe it! I was being made sexy by thoughts of a man more than 'old enough to be my father'. It was ridiculous! But it was nice!

I let my thoughts run free and though I couldn't really imagine what an older man's cock would look like I knew well, from summer days at the beach, how the rest of a man's body aged and to my surprise found that the thought of such a body making love to me was not, as I might have imagined, totally repulsive. 

His authority, the look of concern I had seen in his eyes, his kindly consideration, all these things more than made up for his lack of a young body. Again the memory of seeing him take that quickly stolen look up between my legs returned, I felt sure it indicated that beneath his composed, fatherly exterior there was still an arousable, red-blooded male.

I had read enough about sexuality to know that as men age their sex-drive diminishes, that it takes more to arouse them, that they orgasm less frequently and that it takes them longer to reach it. The last fact was the one I was most interested in and I wondered if an older man's cock could be what I needed to finally experience what I felt I had so far been missing from sex. Then I found that the thought of that, having such a cock inside me, patiently, steadily fucking me was increasingly exciting and the fingers that had for some minutes been toying with my clitoris combined with the thought and the image in my head, to bring me to a shuddering climax.

As the pleasure waves slowly subsided I lay there thinking about the thoughts I had just had. Being aroused by a man of Brian's age - a married man with children, children who were I thought, probably older than myself! Still puzzled at my own reactions I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke once during the night, not, as I might have expected, from a nightmare about Williams' attack - I had been dreaming about Brian. His face, and his large, soft brown eyes had filled my head, his cock filled my pussy, he was making love to me, incredibly slowly and I was having climax after climax as he tirelessly rocked himself in and out of me. When I slipped my hands down between my thighs and felt myself I found I was sopping wet, my pussy lips swollen and pouting, my clit a rigid nub and closing my eyes, seeing again his eyes staring deep into mine, I let my fingers bring me a welcome surge of pleasure after which I again drifted back to sleep.


Chapter 4

A New Job

I woke at my usual time in the morning and felt fine, confused and a little bewildered but fine. After the strange dreams during the night there was nothing that would have kept me from going to work, I had to see what my reaction would be to seeing Brian face to face. My mother was pleased to see that the headache of the previous evening had been nothing to worry about and after a quick bite to eat and then taking care to dress particularly carefully, I left for work.

The lady who ran the personnel section had an office opening off the area in which I worked and when I arrived I saw that her door was closed, as she usually started at the same time as the factory staff I wondered if Brian was already talking to her, if so they would both be surprised to see me at work. I got started but kept an eye on the door and not long after, saw it open, it was Brian and I felt a shiver run through me as I saw him standing in the doorway, still talking to Mrs. Morrisey. As he turned to leave she followed him and they both happened to look in my direction and see me. I suppressed a grin at their similar expressions of surprise, saw them look quickly at each other, Mrs. Morrisey say something to Brian, to which he nodded, then he turned to look at me and gave me a puzzled smile before he left. Mrs. Morrisey beckoned to me and I got up and went over to her office, feeling the eyes of the other girls in the office watching me go in.

'Brian was just telling me, in confidence of course, let me assure you Sue that only the three of us need to know anything about this, about what happened yesterday afternoon. He told me that you would be taking a day or two off to rest?'

'I feel fine Mrs. Morrisey, I didn't see the need to take time off, there are a few important things I had to finish and, well, I don't want people talking - I didn't know if Williams would come in and make trouble for me, you know how the gossip gets around.'




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She smiled understandingly. 'Yes I do - but Brian doesn't think we'll have any trouble with Williams and it's not as if you already had any sort of reputation around the place, it might have been different if you had.'

I knew what she meant, there were two or three girls who were reputed to literally fuck anything in pants, if one of them had come along with a story about being attacked I don't think anyone would believe that they hadn't done something to deserve it.

Mrs. Morrisey went on to explain that I could, if I wanted to, initiate charges against Williams, of either assault or sexual harassment. I said that was the last thing I wanted to do, that I wanted to avoid any chance of word getting around about what had happened. I just wanted to forget it and have as few people know about it as possible. She understood and agreed with my feelings then said that if I found I had any problems at any time, sometimes these things cause personal problems later, if that happened I was to come to her straight away.

She then went on to say that Brian had been impressed with my work for some time and even if the attack hadn't occurred he would have made the same offer, so I was to understand it was purely coincidence that she was talking to me now. It turned out that his secretary was leaving in a couple of weeks, her husband had received a promotion in his job which meant they would be moving inter-state and Brian had asked her to find out if I was interested in taking on the job.

I couldn't believe my luck, a better job and, more importantly at that moment, working every day with Brian, naturally I immediately said 'yes please' to the offer. Mrs. Morrisey said she would get one of the other girls to spend a couple of days with me, to see how I did my job, then I could go over to Brian's office and spend the time between then and when she left, with his secretary, to see what was involved there.

I was elated of course and later that day found an excuse to go over to the factory. For the first few seconds I felt a bit strange, seeing the place where Williams had frightened me but with the noise of the machinery and the buzz of activity around me it was all so different that the feeling went as quickly as it had come. As I made my way through the place I stopped to chat with people I knew and soon felt my old self again, realising how much I had missed the chance of talking to them during the time Williams had been making my visits unbearable.

Then I went up the stairs to the office, his secretary, Jill, immediately told me how glad she was that it was me that had been given the opportunity and that she thought I would do it well, adding that Brian had often said what a nice person and good worker I was and just then I saw Brian look up from what he was doing and he called me into his office, asked me to sit down and closed the door. 

The fluttery feeling had started inside me when I had climbed up the stairs, getting stronger as, while I stood talking to Jill I could see Brian in his office - now, sitting just across a desk from him I found that it had become almost unbearably strong. I stared into the eyes that had filled my dream during the night and though I tried to push the thoughts away, the memory of the feelings that had accompanied their gaze, of his strong cock thrusting deep inside me, just wouldn't go away.

I knew he was saying how surprised he had been to see me that morning, that he hoped I was really recovered from the shock of what had happened, then that he hoped I didn't think I had been given the chance of taking on Jill's job just because of that, that he had been going to ask Mrs. Morrisey about me anyway, then that he started talking about what was actually involved in Jill's job. Though I heard and understood it all it was as though his words were a dream, a vivid dream - but that the reality was that he was actually, slowly and thoroughly fucking me!

I spent the next two or three weeks in a sort of daze, by day learning my new job and, when Jill left, starting to actually do it, by night dreaming of Brian, his eyes, his cock. I worked hard and enjoyed both being near him and the job I was doing - I went out with friends to movies, parties, dancing, but everything seemed slightly unreal, it was as though I was waiting for something to happen, something important, something that would make sense of everything else I was doing.

In spite of that, when it did happen it took me almost completely by surprise.

Unlike my previous job, being Brian's secretary meant that I had to be more flexible with my working hours, he started at the same time as the factory people of course and often worked long after the office staff had left. If there were no problems I still started at the time the office staff did but sometimes, when he had a particular job to do, Brian asked me to come in at the same time as he did or, less often, he would ask me to stay on later, so that we could finish a particular project without interruption.

I was paid more in my new job and used the extra money to buy myself some new clothes. I chose things that I knew would show off my legs and slim figure but which would do so discretely - and when from time to time I caught him looking at me, not as a boss but as a man, a man looking at an attractive girl, each one of those looks was enough to refuel my own, secret fantasies. So the first time he asked me stay late I let my thoughts run wild, this was the opportunity, he would say or do something that would give me the chance to fulfil all the dreams I had been having. But of course nothing happened, we worked at the job, he thanked me, gave me a lift home and that was that.

So, after two or three such evenings I was on the verge of despairing of anything ever happening between us - coming to the conclusion that he in fact saw me as only a girl, a girl his daughter, or even his grand-daughter's age. In some moments of really deep despondency I had even considered leaving the job, beginning to think that my crazy fantasy could only end up wrecking my life.

As Summer arrived the orders on the factory increased and everyone's job became more demanding, Brian was arriving early and leaving late just about every day and the pressures on him from both his boss and the factory supervisors never let up. I did what I could to help but I soon saw that he was starting to look tired. Then there was an accident in the factory, one of the women caught her hand in a piece of machinery and somehow or other, Brian's senior man, Kurt, while getting her free, twisted his back so badly that he had to go into hospital for treatment too.

Apart from missing his help on a day to day basis Kurt had always produced a major part of the monthly production report that we had to submit to management and with everything else on his plate I knew having to do that too would put enormous strain on Brian - so I suggested to him that I do as much of it as I could.

He was surprised, dubious, pleased and relieved all at once - and for a fleeting moment I thought he was going to kiss me! He didn't but just the thought that he might have made my heart flutter wildly. It took me longer than Kurt to gather and prepare all the figures of course but, without letting Brian know exactly what I was doing, by working hard and taking some of it home with me, I got the job finished.

As it happened, on the day we were due to actually prepare the report fate intervened during the afternoon in the shape of a machinery break-down and Brian, instead of working on it with me had to spend a couple of hours reorganising production. When at last everything was back under control and he came up to the office, I could see that he was more tired than usual and for once his voice showed the strain he was under.

'I'm sorry Sue - but you know we still have to do that damn report, would you mind very much staying late again tonight?'

Though by now I knew that it only meant work, not what I had originally hoped for, I of course agreed. He went on to say that this time we might have to work really late and that I should ring home and let them know, adding that I should also tell my mother that he would arrange for dinner to be brought in to us, so she shouldn't worry that I wouldn't be fed. 'As always, he thinks of everything.' - I thought to myself as I picked up the phone and rang home.

But because of the preparation I had already done the job went quicker than Brian had expected and when he saw the results of my work he looked up, at first with an expression of genuine surprise, then I felt my heart jump as his eyes looked deep into mine and he smiled at me, a smile of real pleasure.

'This is terrific Sue, you've made the job so much easier, I hadn't realised you had picked up this much already. We'll have the report finished in half the time I expected.'

And, though there was still a lot of work to do we did finish much earlier than he had originally thought and I was typing the final, covering notes for the report when Brian said, 'I suppose you'd rather go home - not bother having a meal here.'

I looked up at him and responded purely automatically. 'No, I'd like to have something here, with you Brian.'

'O.K., you've more than earned it - do you like chinese food?'

'I love it.' I replied

'There's a good place not far from here, it'll take me about twenty minutes, will you be all right on your own?'

I smiled at his concern. 'Of course I will.' 

He phoned an order through, tidied up his desk and left while I finished the typing. Having done that I still had time to freshen up my make-up, organise one of the desks as a table, get cutlery and things from the canteen, then I borrowed the flowers from the receptionist's desk, just to improve the look of the setting and turned off a couple of the lights to make the place look a bit less like an office.

Brian was obviously impressed with the effect I had created and I was pleased to see that as well as the boxes of food he had also bought a bottle of wine for us. We sat, ate, drank and talked - and as we did I saw the worry lines gradually fading from his face and, when from time to time he smiled and actually laughed, could tell that he was feeling genuinely relaxed.

We talked far more about me than about him, whenever I tried to ask him about himself he somehow turned my question back on me and I'd soon find it was me telling him about myself again. But I didn't mind, just being there with him gave me a lovely warm feeling inside and if he wanted to hear about me, so long as we stayed there together, that was fine.

The meal and the wine finished I thanked him and while I gathered up the dirty plates and cutlery he'd taken the remains of the meal out to the rubbish bins. I was wiping the table down and hadn't noticed him come back up again when I suddenly became aware of him, standing close behind me. I felt my heart leap and stopped what I was doing as I heard him say,

'You're a lovely girl Sue - and I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed this.'

I turned, he was standing just inches away from me, I looked up at him and saw in his eyes a look I had only previously seen in my dreams. I reached out with one hand and touched his arm.

'Don't you think I've enjoyed it too Brian.'

I felt his arm make a movement and, risking everything, reached around him, then, as I lifted my waiting lips, pulled him to me. I'm quite sure he hadn't planned to kiss me but he was a man and my move triggered a natural response from somewhere deep inside him and, as his lips came down on to mine I felt his arm slide around me and as our bodies gently came together, we tentatively kissed.

His lips were incredibly soft - I was surprised, for some reason I had expected the lips of a much older man to feel different, less supple, less moist - but they were as warm and moist as any boy's and, as we each responded to the feel of the other and as the kiss continued on, I felt his mouth become more active and thrilled to a kiss that until then I had only dreamed about.

That kiss seemed to be never ending and as it grew longer and more passionate I felt him holding me more confidently and then, as he pressed himself even closer to me, I felt the first, almost reluctant stirrings of his cock against my thigh. It was wonderful - knowing that his body was responding to me like that. As I hadn't believed anything would actually happen I had been suppressing my own sexual expectations but as the kiss lengthened and I felt his physical reaction to it and to me I allowed myself to begin to respond to him. 

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur, I know that as I felt his cock growing I pressed my thigh against it and felt it surge a little more strongly. Encouraged by that I moved my thigh slowly from side to side and, as I slipped my tongue into his mouth, I slid my hand down to his bum and squeezed it. Then I felt one of his hands feeling for my already sensitive breast, its lightly fondling touch quickly brought my nipple to a deliciously hard little peak and when I squeezed his bum again I felt his other hand reach down behind me, pulling me harder against himself and the now strongly stiffening length of him.

When we finally came up for air and our bodies parted a little I slid my hand around and found his cock, hearing him groan and his fingers tighten around my breast as mine closed over the thick bulge it made in his trousers. 

'I've wanted to feel you in my arms like this for such a long time Brian.' I whispered as I looked up into his face.

His eyes opened and I think in that moment he saw me properly for perhaps the first time, behind their warm softness I saw a glint of his body's need and dared to hope that perhaps my fantasies would after all be fulfilled.

That first time was virtual rape - me raping him I mean. His reaction to my words was to give me all the logical reasons why he couldn't make love with me, the difference in our ages, his marriage, that we worked together and several more that I can't now remember. While he was protesting I was undoing his belt and zipper, getting my hand inside his trousers and into his pants, finally feeling the hot hardness of his cock and the tightly swollen sac beneath it. My fingers stopped his argument and I watched as he straightened up, closed his eyes and moaned as he gave himself up to the thrills his body was experiencing. While not letting go of my prize I used my other hand to ease his trousers and pants down over his hips letting them slip down to his ankles, giving me freer access to him.

Easing back a little I looked down and saw his cock for the first time, it was still growing, much more quickly now that I could fondle and stroke it properly. I don't really know what I had expected it to look like but, just as I had been surprised at the softness of his lips I was now surprised that it didn't look 'older', whatever I may have thought that meant. It wasn't a gigantic, vertical pole, as you sometimes hear them described as and though I could tell that even when fully aroused it wasn't going to be as big as the biggest I had seen nor as rigid as a younger man's, to me it looked and felt quite beautiful and certainly all I wanted and needed it to be.

I knelt in front of him, cupping and fondling his balls with one hand while continuing to stroke the length of the shaft with the other, then slipping my lips over the velvety smoothness of his cock-head and, closing them around it, I began to slowly rock back and forth, taking the growing length of it deep inside my eager mouth. 

I think that was when he really surrendered - as I felt his cock swelling and stiffening even more, I heard him making low growls of pleasure and soon after that his hips began to carefully thrust his cock still deeper between my lips until I felt it nudging the back of my throat. My body was reacting strongly too - the thrill of finally having him available added to the physical pleasure I was getting from the feel and smell of him - all of which had started my own juices flowing, my pussy was burning and tingling sensations were running through every other part of me.

I had given head like that to a number of boys and almost without exception it took just a minute or two to get them off - but even after quite a while I could see from his body's reactions that Brian was still far from his climax. Remembering from what I had read that older men needed much longer recuperative time between climaxes and that I might only have this one chance with him, I decided my need to feel him fully inside my body was worth taking one more risk for.

So slipping my lips from his gorgeous cock I stood, kissed him full on the mouth, whispered, 'I want you inside me Brian.' Then, quickly stripping off my skirt and panties I lifted myself up on to the desk we had used for our meal, pulled myself right to the edge of it and, lifting and bending my legs, spread my thighs wide apart for him.

I suppose a saint in that position might have been able to refuse me, Brian may have been highly principled but he wasn't a saint! Looking down across my body and between my wide spread thighs his cock was hidden from view but, as I looked up into his darkly misted eyes I saw the passion I had been able to arouse in him and then I felt the saliva slicked head of it nudging between my pouting pussy-lips, followed by the hard length of his cock being eased slowly into me.

It was my turn to quietly moan with pleasure! 

At first, as he steadily pushed himself further inside me then began to slowly and deeply slide in and out of my pussy, he simply held on to my hips with his hands - then, when he felt me responding to his body's rhythm, he began to let them drift over me. Their touch was tantalising, stroking over and around my thighs, up across my stomach to just below my breasts, down again through the thickly haired vee and, every now and then, fluttering over the protruding nub of my clit. All that time his cock pistoned in and out, rhythmically, deeply, giving me a feeling that he could go on like that indefinitely.

The combined effect of his lightly caressing hands and the steady, powerful thrusting of his cock soon had every nerve in my body tingling and then, all too soon I felt waves building deep inside me, pleasure waves that grew irresistibly stronger second by second - and I knew that my climax was not far off. Whether Brian felt those first, inner contractions or saw some other change in my body I don't know but, as they began he gradually increased both the power and speed of his thrusting, actions that in turn increased both the wonderful sensations I was feeling and the strength of my body's response to them.

When he had first eased his cock between my waiting pussy-lips I had closed my eyes, shutting out the distraction of the surrounding office, concentrating on the physical pleasures he was giving me - but as my climax grew I opened them briefly and saw him looking down at me. In his eyes I saw a mixture of not just the intense pleasure he was experiencing but also other emotions too, emotions that I felt sure he had himself long forgotten.

Then, as the sensations inside me grew and turned into a single, unstoppable wave, I felt every muscle in my body tense and as the wave rose higher still I tried to grip the hard mass of him as it flashed even faster and deeper in and out of me. I heard myself scream out as that almost unbearable pleasure ripped through me and I thrust up at him, as though trying to impale myself even harder on to the shaft that was causing it.

On and on he went, slowing his pace as he felt the peak of my climax pass but still thrusting strongly up into the heart of me and, before the previous wave had completely died away I felt to my amazement, the slow surge of a second building inside me. 




Sue Ch. 01-04



He brought me to that and, soon after it even a third shattering climax before I realised that finally he was approaching his. 

Until then he had been fairly quiet - only making soft sighs and moans of pleasure from time to time as my pussy first absorbed him and then again later when he felt my body contracting tightly around his entire shaft. But even as I became aware of the changes in his body, he began to groan, groans that turned to short, urgent grunts as the pressure inside him rose even stronger. 

Almost exhausted from the power of my own climaxes I weakly opened my eyes again to watch him experience his. As his cock seemed to grow even bigger I felt it forcing me wide open with its mass, I saw him grimace and his face became contorted and then, as I felt the first, powerful surge, he threw back his head and let out a wail of sheer ecstasy.

I swear I not only felt his cock spasming as it jetted the first gout, but even the hot semen it fountained deep inside me, then the sheer force of his climax triggered yet another from my protesting body and we ground ourselves together as his pounding cock pumped load after load into me.

Later, when we had recovered from the intensity of our love-making and freshened ourselves with a quick wash, we sat quietly, my hands gently enveloped in his and we talked.

It was immediately obvious to me that he was experiencing the effects of a mixture of emotions that included, amongst others - pleasure and bewilderment - but most of all, a large dose of guilt. I had the strange feeling that our roles had been reversed, that I was the older, wiser and he the younger, much less experienced. I explained that he was not, as he at first seemed to think, guilty of seducing an innocent young girl. That for weeks I had been dreaming and fantasising about us making love together, that while I hadn't actually planned what had happened I had taken advantage of the circumstances and that none of it was his 'fault'. I explained that I had no intentions of getting between him, his wife, his family or even his job - I believed I was quite capable of being exactly what I had been before - but that I would certainly like to repeat the experience any time we could manage it!

To say that he was amazed at my little speech would be a definite understatement - he obviously hadn't the faintest idea of what to say in reply and at that time I don't think he was even sure about how really felt. 

He did say that one of the reasons he felt as guilty as he did was because since the day of Williams' attack he had quite often caught himself thinking of me and that once I had started working in his office those thoughts had become stronger, more intense, more difficult to control.

Naturally I wanted to know exactly what those thoughts had included and though he was reluctant at first I was able to wheedle bits and pieces out of him. He said that he sometimes found himself just watching me. I had purposely never dressed in anything even remotely provocative but he told me that he often found it exciting just watching me move around - and though I had always worried about my breasts being too small, he in fact said that for him their firm, round curves were particularly arousing. But, he added, he especially liked my legs, even describing one of my skirts which he said, was almost guarantied to give him partial erections - I made a quick, mental note about that of course! 

As he gradually became more relaxed he fondled my hands, looking deep into my eyes as he told me how lovely they were, that he'd always admired them and the way I took care of them. When I asked him to tell me more I was excited to see him blush and only after I had pressed him would he finally admit that he had, sometimes, when he stared at them as I typed, wondered what it would be like to have my long fingers wrapped around his cock. When I asked if the reality had been able to get close to the fantasy he lifted me up, wrapped his arms around me, hugged me tightly against himself and in a hoarse voice said that 'The reality was more like a fantasy than the actual fantasy had been.'

We kissed and hugged for a few blissful minutes but I could sense that just then he didn't want more than that from me, there was obviously something gnawing away inside him and after a little while he released me again, sat me down and I finally found out what was worrying him. He asked me why - why a 'beautiful', his word, beautiful young girl should be interested in a man more than old enough to be her father?

I was as honest as I could be and told him that there were a lot of things about him that I found attractive, his eyes, his concern for people, his air of authority. I also said that my physical interest had been triggered at the time of Williams' attack on me, when I had caught him looking at me as I lay sprawled on the floor. It was obvious that he knew exactly what I meant because again I saw him actually start to blush. I squeezed his hand reassuringly and told him how I had reacted when I woke later that night and I could see that he was excited by the thought of that. I even admitted that in a funny way it was his very age that was part of the attraction - that I had wanted to experience what it was like being made love to by a man who had learned some control of his body, who didn't climax after just a minute or two.

He actually grinned when he heard that. 'So you've been reading about the effects of ageing on the male performance have you?' he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

'Yes I have and, from my so far limited experience, what I have read is certainly right, at least about an older man's ability to keep going longer. You were fantastic Brian and given a choice I'll take an older man every time thank you!'

'Did your book also warn you that it takes an older man longer to get an erection, that it becomes less powerful as he ages and that he isn't able to perform as frequently as a young man?'

'Yes, I know all those things too - but I don't see them as being important, certainly they don't outweigh the advantage of having a lover who can really satisfy a girl.'

'Did I do that Sue?' he asked nervously.

It seemed to me to be an incredible question to ask. 'Of course you did, couldn't you see and feel how strongly I came, one climax rolling into another, it was the most marvellous feeling imaginable Brian - I've never experienced anything that came even close to what you did to me. You are a fantastic lover'

He smiled, almost shyly. 'I've never considered myself as a 'lover' - husband, father, all those things - and of course my wife and I still have sex, but most times it's a question of habit. It's not often these days that it's from one or the other of us having a real, physical need, like lovers.'

'Well, if you want to be, you are - and have one too now - me!'

'That's going to take a bit of thinking about Sue.' he replied. I knew I had taken another chance when I said it and was thrilled that he hadn't immediately rejected the idea. I squeezed his hand and looked straight into his eyes as I replied.

'I know that Brian. You have far more at stake than I have - you'll just have to believe me when I say that I want nothing from you, that I wouldn't want to interfere with your family or your work. I would just like to share times like this with you, whenever that's possible - but other than sharing these moments I don't want to affect your life in any way.'

'But that's no life for you Sue, you can't let yourself simply revolve around a few stolen opportunities - and that's all they'd be.'

'I didn't say I'd just sit around doing nothing while I was waiting for times when we could be together - I'm not that silly. Of course I still have my own friends and I'd still do the things they all do. But, if you want me and there are times when you can get away to be with me somewhere, I'll be there with you.'

He looked at me thoughtfully for a long time before he answered. 'As I seem to remember saying on another occasion, that's a remarkably mature attitude Sue. I get the feeling that you're the older, more experienced one of us.'

I couldn't help smiling when I heard him express the exact thoughts that had gone through my head earlier.

'I doubt that Brian but perhaps I can see things a bit more clearly just because I have fewer things in my life to worry about. Why not give it a try, on that basis neither of us has anything to lose - and maybe a great deal to gain.'

'Of course I'll think about it - but tonight all I'll be thinking about is the wonderful feelings you have given me this evening, that and the sheer thrill of seeing your body as it was. If I do get any sleep I'm sure you'll fill my dreams.'

His words made my heart flutter again and I couldn't help myself kissing him once more, a far more passionate kiss than I had actually intended and I got the impression from the way his hands roved over my body that it wouldn't have taken much to get him aroused again. But he held himself in check and soon after that he insisted it was time for him to take me home.

I lay in bed re-living the evening, trying to fix in my mind the sight of him, the smell of his arousal and most of all the feel of his cock deep inside me. Its long, strong strokes steadily pistoning in and out of me, again and again and again, bringing me climax after climax until, when I had finally been unable to stand any more, I felt it pumping his semen into my violently shuddering body. And though during the night I didn't dream of him specifically, the dreams I had were filled with faceless men, each one of whom was, I felt sure, in fact Brian, doing strange and wonderful things with and to every single part of my body.

TO BE CONTINUED



Sue Ch. 02



The following story in for adults only. If you are offended by such material, please stop reading!



About two years ago, Sue, my lovely bride of fifteen years, underwent some disastrous changes in her attitude toward sex. The result can be found in her first story, where she was charmed by a greasy looking mechanic at a bar and then gave him a blow job right outside the place. At first, I believed it was a one time affair and she wanted only to prove that she was still desirable to other men. However, I soon found out that she enjoyed being with men who might be considered her social or economic inferiors. It appeared that Sue needed to have the rush of forbidden sex, while fulfilling a degradation complex through sex with less-than-savory men.

I should tell you that Sue is in her mid-thirties, stands about five-five, has short dark hair, size 36" breasts, and a great pair of legs. She's always lavished great care on her legs, making certain that they are always shaved clean and covered in the finest lotions. My wife has never dressed too sexy in the past, although it was clear to anyone she has a great figure and a fine round ass. After the bar affair though, I could tell Sue changed as she started to wear more revealing attire. At first I believed it was her way of atoning for going down on the mechanic at the bar, and in fact we did have some awesome sex that evening. However, after a few days of watching my wife put on shorter skirts and much more make-up than normal, something smelled rotten.

Our kids were in the last few weeks of a summer-long stay at their Grandparents out of state, when I finally got my proof my wife had sunk into infidelity. the bar incident had been a week earlier and I noticed Sue talking on the phone in a hushed whisper from time to time, then leaving while dressed in some tight little skirt. She said she was either shopping or visiting friends, and she also explained that since it was summer, a shorter, tighter dress wasn't uncalled for. 

"Lighten up," my wife told me, "I think its great to show off a little skin now and then!" That evening Sue told me that she and a few friends were going out to dinner and not to wait up. My wife left wearing a halter top that did nothing to cover her breasts, tight shorts and a pair of sexy high-heel sandals. I doubted she had underwear on because I could clearly see the outline of her pussy slit through the crotch of the shorts.

Just when I decided that I'd follow her that evening, the phone rang. It was the Grandparents calling to say hi and to give us the latest news about our kids. They seemed disappointed that Sue had left, but soon we were talking about everything under the sun, and, I totally lost the chance to look in on Sue. After the call, I resolved to stay up and see how late my wife returned. I was fascinated to know if Sue was cheating on me, perhaps I could get some kind of clue when she came back. Why I couldn't confront her over my suspicions I could not explain, perhaps I actually wanted my wife to have an affair with such an unsavory character.

Sometime that evening I must have fallen asleep, because around one in the morning I awoke from a car pulling into our driveway. Rising from the couch, I went to the back of the house and peeked out of one of the kitchen windows. From the darkened room, I had a clear view of Sue's car pulling into the garage. I waited for a few moments but didn't see my wife. I wondered what happened, worrying that perhaps she had fallen. In just a few moments I was out the back door and ran to the garage; however, approaching the side of the building I clearly hear a man's voice. Immediately, I recognized him as the mechanic from the bar.

"That's it baby," the young man said, "for a married bitch you are a great cocksucker!" I could also hear the distinct sloppy noises of oral sex, accompanied occasionally by slight gagging sounds. I peered around the corner into the garage itself, but found it difficult to make out anything in the gloom. In a few moments though, I could just make out the back of a man's head in the front seat behind the wheel. The outline of his right arm occasionally came into silhouette as he moved it back and forth, probably caressing my wife's ass no doubt. 

"Donny," Sue sputtered as her head came into view, "that's it baby! I can't swallow any more of your cum tonight, especially with my husband asleep in the house!"

"Well Bitch," the younger man replied, "if you let me fuck you like I know you want, we could forget the 'protein' diet." I saw my wife start to exit the car, but, Donny stopped her and added, "Babe...you know I really like you, and I know you like hanging with me. I want our relationship to be about more than making out or blowjobs. I really need to take this to the next level, what do you say?" With that he pulled Sue close to him and they began a passionate kiss. At first I think my wife tried to move away. Thirty seconds later, however, I could see her head tilt back and her body rise and fall a little as I guess the younger man was rubbing my wife's sex. When he asked her to strip, Sue moaned that if they were going to have sex they would have to get out of the car. 

"Donny," Sue explained, "if we are going to actually do this, we can't leave any stains in the car. My husband will know what we are up to. P..please honey, lets do this outside." They broke their embrace and both climbed out. As I ducked back into some bushes near our house, Sue turned the light on in the garage, telling her young friend that she was looking for a blanket I kept around there. Now I could easily see both of them in the weak glow of the light bulb. Donny was in jeans and a muscle shirt, and still not very clean looking, while to my surprise Sue was still in her shorts and halter top. I saw that her lip

stick was smeared from the oral sex she had indulged in, and her thin top had been pushed above her breasts.

Grabbing the dirty blanket, Sue quickly told her boy friend to turn off the light and follow her around to the back of the building. She knew that there was a yard light at the rear of the garage, but it was the only secluded spot around. I waited for a minute or so after they disappeared, then cautiously followed while staying in the shadows of a couple of trees in our yard. When I found them, my wife and Donnie were standing on the blanket, kissing passionately. The young guy was working my wife's tight shorts off her hips and down her shapely legs. After the shorts were a heap around her high heals, he started removing the top, and Sue's help they were soon both naked. 

Kicking her clothes away and removing her heels, Sue knelt before her young lover and used her pretty mouth to get him rock hard once more. She engulfed his cock with her mouth and throat, and in a minute Donny's large bottle-like erection was ready. There in the harsh light of the security lamp, my once faithful wife worshiped the mechanic's big tool sucking it until his pubes hit her nose, then pulling back to lick and tease his overly large nuts. The fluttering of moths attracted to the light and the buzzing of flies around the two lovers were the only accompaniment to Sue's slurping and Donny's gentle moans.

I, of course, had a hard on as I watched the two. Try as I might, I couldn't stop fondling my penis through my shorts. The sight of my wife deep-throating the young grease monkey while rubbing her pussy furiously was so erotic I feared I would moan and give away my presence there. I repressed the rational part of my thoughts, the ones that warned of Sue running off with Donny or the possibility that if she succumbed to his wishes she could get pregnant! In that moment however, I was honest enough with myself to not care about the consequences. No matter what happened this evening between Sue and Donny, they were "performing" for my twisted desires; and, I was too far gone in my own voyeuristic world to understand what might happen in the future.

"Donny," Sue spoke and interrupted my thoughts, "do you have a condom? We can have sex, but you need some protection. I haven't been on the pill in a while because Joe had a vasectomy a few years ago. I...I mean I really want to have intercourse, but I can't take a chance. You understand don't you?"

My wife's young partner shut her up by forcing his big cock into

her slobbering mouth, saying, "Well that's too bad bitch because I never use them. Rubbers ruin sex for me, but if you're worried I might knock you up, I'll promise to pull out before I cum in your sweet cunt! That'll have to do because if I get no pussy tonight, I'll walk out of here and you'll never see me again! Look at you woman, naked in your own backyard, husband in the house sleeping, sucking my cock like a whore; you want to fuck me bad!"

In answer, Sue looked up at him, nodded slightly and then lay down on her back. My wife's feet were pointed in my direction so I could clearly see her shaved pussy when Donny licked her legs apart and eased his body between them. Moving up and on top of Sue, the mechanic rubbed his big penis along her slit and began to enter her pussy. At first Sue tensed up and tried to push him off, asking him to slow down. I know she'd never had something so large trying to invade her married cunt, but her young lover would not be denied. With a mighty shove, Donny plunged his big muscle all the way in my wife! Fortunately, he had also leaned down and covered Sue's mouth with his own, or I'm sure she would have screamed. Through the shadows, I could make out his big cock totally sealing my bride's painfully stretched cunt. 

Donny held himself deep inside my wife, and let her body get accustomed to his size. The young mechanic kept kissing Sue then moved his right arm between their bodies to kneed and pull on her breasts. Moments later, my wife started humping up against the massive invader in her pussy while lifting her legs into the air. Sue then wrapped her arms around Donny's neck and returned his kiss passionately. The young man needed no other sign from my unfaithful wife. She had just given herself to him completely!

Donny started screwing Sue in earnest after than, driving his body forward like a piston to fuck her hard and claim what was his.

My wife moaned and squealed as Donny screwed her as only a young       man could. His rapid strokes knocked the air out of Sue. She gasped for breath while begging him to fuck harder. Legs kicking wildly, Sue grabbed his ass with her hands, trying to pull him even deeper into her abused pussy. Between their sloppy kisses, my wife continuously blurted out how much she loved Donny and how she'd never experienced any thing like his cock. After a few minutes, my wife brought her legs back almost to her tits and groaned loudly. I could see her toes clawing at the balls of her feet, indicating that she had a massive orgasm.

"Oh...God," my wife moaned into Donny's ear, "that's the best, I've never cum like that before. Never stop Donny, I want this all the time honey!"

Glad you like it Sue," Donny replied between grunts and deep breaths, "I'll be glad to be your man. You have the sweetest pussy I've ever had, shame your dumbass husband don't appreciate what he's got."

Donny announced that he wouldn't hold out much longer, and increased the pace of his assault on my wife's pussy. To my shock, as he began to pull out, she wrapped her legs tightly around his back and pulled him back deep inside. Donny managed to ask my bride if she was certain about this, but she was too far gone in another orgasm to answer. The young mechanic, groaning in exctasy, held himself inside my wife. I could have sworn I could see his heavy testicles jumping as they poured their fertile semen all the way to Sue's womb.        

He collapsed on Sue while they kissed. Their sweaty bodies covered with grass, dirt, insects, and intertwined like they had been lovers forever. When Donny tried to apologize for cumming inside her, Sue touched his face gently and silenced him with another kiss.

"Its fine," My wife told him, "I guess I really wanted it. My husband if a good man, but I'm not getting any younger. I want excitement, I want someone to touch me and love me back as a woman, not just a wife."

They lay there for a few minutes in a post-sex glow. Eventually, my wife told Donny that she needed to get inside and clean up, before I awoke and wondered where she was. As Donny rose and put his dirty clothes back on, he got out his cell and called someone, telling them to pick him up at a gas station near our house. Sue tried to gather her skimpy clothes, but before she could dress, Donny told her to go into the house naked. She smiled and hesitated.

Go ahead Sue," he explained, "if you see him before you clean up, tell him the truth. You are my woman now and he let you go on his own."

At this, I made my way back to the porch and let myself in. I climbed the steps to the point I could look over the rail and see our back door. I didn't have too long to wait, because less than five minutes later my wife cautiously walked into the kitchen. She stood there in the gloom holding her clothes, totally naked.

I could swear she looked around briefly to see if I was around.

I watched as Sue opened the basement door to use the shower we had down there. Appreciating the irony, Sue descended to clean the filth of her lover from her, and wondered just how far she would descend for her young lover in the future.



Sue Ch. 03



After my wife and I tried a little "pick-up" game at a bar during a vacation, she began cheating with a younger man. I watched as she gave him a blow job that evening, then a couple of days later when they had hot sex in our backyard! I thought that she might just want a fling to add some excitement to her life, but as time passed I had doubts. 

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I woke up angry the morning after watching my wife Sue screw Donny behind our garage. The fact that she freely gave herself to him was bad enough, but Sue clearly enjoyed getting his meat and showed some deep feelings for the young guy. I believed she wouldn't leave the children and me for another man, but I was uncertain. I realize that I had a hand in all of this, after all I did encourage her to tease Donny in the bar; however, my wife had clearly taken things to far. Alright, I told myself, if she wanted to have her "fun" I would try to turn the advantage my way. 

Though I hated the feelings Sue was expressing toward her younger lover, I still had a twisted interest in watching her. Perhaps I could combine my voyeuristic desires, with some old fashion revenge. Unlike some husbands, seeing my wife cheat didn't make me love her more, it only filled my personal need to watch. The growing desire to punish her was another thing all together!

I got up that morning and noticed Sue hadn't been in bed after her tryst with Donny. Walking downstairs, I found my wife on her back sleeping on the couch. Damn, the bitch hadn't bothered to cover up! She was splayed out completely naked with her still puffy and red cunt open to the world. She was cleaner than when she came into the house, but her shower last night had been hurried because I could still detect some grass and dirt peeking out from her ass crack and underarms. I shuddered as I walked away to the kitchen. After some breakfast, I dressed and went out to do some errands. I hit a camera place and bought a digital video recorder, then the library for a book on divorce. 

I returned a few hours later in the early afternoon. I parked in the ally behind the garage in the oft chance that Sue was up to something. To check, I called her from my cell before I got out of the car. Answering, my bride seemed distracted, as if I caught her in the middle of something. She greeted me warmly, but asked me to hold on because she was on her cell with a "sick" friend. A few moments later we were trading pleasantries. I explained that I had been called into work because of an emergency. I apologized to Sue and begged her to forgive me. By the time I ended the call, I hope I convinced her that I would be gone all day. 

It had been cool for summer so the house windows were open, affording me a chance to listen in on my wife's cell conversation. I circled around to the side of the house and stood outside the open window near our living room. I heard Sue say that I was gone and wouldn't be back until late which meant that she was free for the whole day! Sue then fell into an argument, questioning what kind of clothes she had to wear. "I'm not going out in the day dressed like that Donny!" my wife complained. Eventually, however, she calmed down and replied to the caller that, yes, she would be dressed in something sexy and would leave very soon. When she finished, I heard her go upstairs and decided to follow her if possible. Returning to my car, I pulled it around to the street, but still far enough away that I hoped she would miss it. Maybe Sue would be so occupied with her upcoming "appointment" that I could easily keep tabs on her.

I was stunned when I saw Sue leave our house and walk to her car. My wife looked like a complete slut, dressed in a sheer tube top that failed to hide her pert nipples under the thin fabric, a very short white mini-skirt, that was far too tight, and a pair of black high heeled pumps. The skirt was so snug around her ass that as she walked, wiggled was more like it, I could easily tell she was wearing black panties! No wonder she was hesitant to wear such an outfit, she could be mistaken for some cheap prostitute. Perhaps more puzzling to me was that I didn't even know she owned clothes like that. 

My wife drove off without so much as a glance my way, which facilitated my surveillance plans. I was able to keep her in sight most of the way into the downtown area of our city, losing her only briefly when a truck pulled on front of me. Luckily I caught up at a red light and was able to stay in contact as she drove through a run-down area near the city center. Not surprisingly, Sue finally stopped at an old car repair place, practically falling down from disrepair and neglect. I realized, that this was probably the workplace of the guy that Sue sucked-off a few days earlier. She was out to see him no matter how disgusting the location of their tryst would be! Sue must have really been stricken with her dirty garage monkey. Now, of course, I just had to see what was going on within the dilapidated building, even if I had to see again that my spouse was breaking her wedding vows and acting like some depraved whore.

I parked behind another old building and walked around to the back of the garage. Cautiously, I looked in a half-open window and saw my pretty wife arguing with a big, unshaven man. He was well-muscled, had long hair, a tattoo, and very greasy clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off Sue while he was explaining, in a threatening tone, that Donny had left for the afternoon and would be back later. He also explained to my shocked wife that her young lover had sold her to his fellow workers for about two hundred dollars! At that, Sue turned to go but stopped when the big man mentioned that he knew she was fooling around with his friend. He also told her that he knew where she lived and that he was sure her husband would love to hear the whole story. "Yea, baby," the man drawled, "I bet your little dicked better half would dump you in a second if he knew you was fucking Donny. Listen bitch, Donny brings in a lot of cooze for me and the boys, and you are just the latest."

"W. . .What do you mean," Sue nervously asked as she turned back to the guy, "Donald and I haven't done anything! We're just good friends! Besides, he would never sell me to anyone...that isn't even legal."

Even I had to stifle a laugh at that one, but the man standing before Sue really got a chuckle out of her denial. He told my wife bluntly, that Donny had filled him and some of the other workers there in on her activities: the whole evening at the bar and last night's outside fuck. He warned Sue that if she didn't "share the wealth" with him, he'd come straight to me! My trapped bride looked around the place as if hoping for a quick way out, but she knew that her marriage and children were at stake now. Dejectedly, she asked him exactly what he wanted.

The big grease-ball at first asked for Sue's clearly visible panties. When she hesitated, the man reminded her what he would tell her husband. She must have been convinced that I was totally unaware of her recent actions. Sue pleaded with the big man not to treat her that way, but from the angry look on his face, my lovely spouse wasn't going to catch a break from this dude. He reminded her that he wanted his money's worth, so, slowly she reached up under her already short skirt and quickly pulled her black thong down her beautiful legs. She stepped out of the tiny brief, leaving it on the dirty, bug-infested floor. 

The mechanic smiled and simply told Sue to keep on going. She must have felt defeated by now, because with no protest Sue undid her belt and squirmed out of her tight skirt. Except for her heels and skimpy top, my sexy wife stood exposed before this huge stranger! As Sue held out her skirt to the guy, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a gigantic prick. It was almost a foot long and as thick as a coke bottle. Sue stood transfixed, watching him work that awesome muscle back and forth with his filthy right hand. Clutching her skirt over her crotch, I really thought my wife was going to make a break for it but just then two other men walked into the room. One was a teenager, face covered with pimples, the second was a fat old guy carrying a beer.

"Listen honey," the big guy said, "we don't want to hurt you, all we want is a little action like Donny has been getting. After all we put up good money for you, and if you don't play along I know Donny will get really pissed. We figure you like him a lot, so don't ruin your relations with him honey. He'll be back in about an hour, you can take it up with him then." 

Sue thought for a moment, then quietly replied that if they absolutely promised not to tell her husband about Donny or this, she'd try to be "accommodating". As she spoke, the newcomers were rubbing her naked ass and running their greasy hands up and down the backs of her legs. The youngest commented that he'd never been with such a "classy" lady before; he could tell that she really took care of herself. He stuck his fingers between Sue's legs from behind, opening them slightly, and began to toy with her bald pussy. While the teen was working a digit or two inside my wife's love hole from the rear, the big mechanic walked up, swatted her skirt onto the floor, and started frenching her luscious mouth. Honestly, I wasn't too surprised. 

At first Sue seemed frightened, she stiffened as the men touched her, but soon she began to kiss the big dude back, attempting to clean his teeth with her long pink tongue. As they embraced, she reached down with her right hand and started jerking his big hard bone, rubbing the huge pole against her thighs. She was also moving her hips back and forth as the young fellow found her vaginal lips and proceeded to stick his bony middle finger right inside her married cunt! 

The two other men took off their pants, forced my wife to her knees, then all three made her begin servicing them orally. Poor Sue knelt before these strangers there on that horribly dirty floor, and sucked them noisily like the commonest of whores. The teen had a long, thin cock while the old man's prick was short and thick. However, the real object of Sue's attention was the big man's cock, which she tried her hardest to mouth. I was surprised to see my wife stretch her lips around the massive head of his cock then surge forward down the shaft until she gagged loudly. Each time she tried to lodge that monster in her throat, a little more slipped down her gullet. Of course she could never swallow all of that big weapon, but she did manage to get half of his dick covered with her mouth! All of the men where getting into this by now, calling Sue all sorts of filthy names and telling her that if she ever got tired of her husband, she could shack up with them. Even my wife appeared to enjoy herself finally, as I'm certain she believed that a blow job would get her out of that garage and leave her married pussy empty.

I had enough though! Turning away, I retraced my steps to the car and prepared to go, leaving my wanton bride to her own fate. My faithful wife was acting like a slut, she'd obviously decided that our vows no longer applied. Though my strong desire to watch her had really kicked in, the same need to punish my wife was as compelling. Sue was now Donny's whore and I began to understand that I wanted her to face the destruction of our marriage and family. The obvious proof would be for her to get pregnant or contract a STD. I also couldn't deny that I was very horny right then, knowing that Sue was so close by and blowing three strange mechanics made my dick ache! I decided to go back and make sure Sue had accepted her new role as Donny's bitch.

I approached the window again and heard my wife moaning in pleasure and the three men laughing. They told Sue she was a great piece of ass and that she should plan on staying there at the garage all day. Cautiously, I looked into the room and watched as Sue was sandwiched between two of the men while the fat guy was getting his stubby dick tongued by my bride. Sue was impaled on the first guy's big cock, as he was on his back, and the younger worker was sawing his long meat in and out of her once virgin ass. Sue's tube top was off her breasts, bunched now around her waist, so the big guy could squeeze and twist her large nipples. He tweaked them so harshly that soon mother's milk began to squirt out of those swollen red circles. As the two men in her lower holes fucked away, my wife suddenly gagged on the thick dork between her lips and swallowed rapidly. The fat guy really unleashed a big load down her throat because Sue finally had to let much of it escape from the corners of her mouth. He stepped away from her, while calling her a filthy whore, and sat in a chair to enjoy the rest of the show.

My wife must have had three or four orgasms within thirty minutes while I watched. She begged them to fuck her hard, and promised to come back anytime just for them alone! Finally, the teen tensed and held himself deep inside Sue's ass, shooting streams of his youthful ball-milk up her bowels. What an enema she'd received! When he fell away, leaving my bride's rectum gapping open and leaking cum, the man beneath her began to buck up hard. Sue moved up and down his cock like a puppet, seemingly unable to control her own body. He shouted that he was going to cum, which made her look at him in horror.

"Oh no!!" Sue shouted, "Please! I'm not protected, you'll get me pregnant! Let me off and I'll drain you with my mouth. I only want Donny to cum in me, ok honey?"

However, the man was a little too far gone to pull out now, He grabbed my spouse with both arms and, bringing her down to his burly chest then holding her tight, shoved every inch of his mammoth cock up her vagina! Since Sue is kind of small in there, I'm certain that the guy's dick-head was thudding right up against her cervix and pouring out its millions of sperm close to her tubes! The fact, however, that the man had soiled her married womb, caused Sue to have her greatest orgasm yet. She almost passed out from the pleasure, content to let the strange mechanic's now flaccid penis fall with an audible "plop" from her very messy pussy. I couldn't believe how much semen dripped from Sue's open cunt, he must have dumped a huge load into her body!

When Sue came to her senses a few moments later, she stood and pleaded with the trio to let her use a restroom. She desperately wanted to try and wash as much of the mechanic's goo out of her puffy cunt as possible. The three chuckled at that and told my spouse, now all dirty and sweaty from rolling around on the disgusting floor, that she was a whore, and whores stay dirty! To emphasize their point, the old man got up and, bending Sue over an old desk, took out a crusty old snot rag tucked in his back pocket. Sue began to cry, pleaded with them to let her douche or she'd be knocked-up but as the youngster and the big greaser held her on the desk, the fat old man shoved his crappy handkerchief straight up her still open pussy!

"There, you stupid fucking bitch," the old guy crowed, "You better keep this rag up your pussy so none of that good working- man juice drips out! You better be proud to have chance to have one of our babies!!" 

He started spanking Sue on the ass with his strong hands while the others held her. I could have sworn, Sue had another orgasm while the old man reddened her pretty butt! He then told her that she would have to come back whenever they paid Donny for her married pussy and wanted their nuts drained. My wife began sobbing as she collected her skirt and tried to pull her filthy tube top over her tits. The mechanics grabbed her thong and put it on a hook near the desk, explaining that it was a trophy for the business. The big dude told her to sit until Donny got back, then took her purse so she couldn't leave. 

My defeated wife just sat there for the next fifteen minutes swatting at flies and attempting to keep a little dignity. Her hem rose up her legs constantly, exposing her swollen pussy and the dirty handkerchief lodged inside. Her discomfort increased even more when a thin, older black man walked in the shop. 

"I'm here to get my ride, you tuned it up," the newcomer said, then turned to see my wife sitting near by, "Damn...I didn't know you also sold THAT kind of service as well!"

The big mechanic's face lit up as if he just had the greatest idea ever. He explained to the newcomer that for an extra fifty dollars, added discretely to the bill, he could get a blowjob from this fine married whore. Mindlessly, the black man handed over his credit card to the mechanic and smiled in anticipation. When my wife stood, trying to protest the unexpected sale of her oral talents, the big grease-ball just pointed to the security camera and her trophy thong still on that hook. Sue meekly nodded as her customer pushed her to the bathroom door in the office. The last things I saw as the door closed were the dude dropping his pants, my wife kneeling in front of him, and that the bathroom was a real filthy mess.

The trio of men that had banged Sue earlier all gathered around the door and laughed at my wife gagging and choking. They agreed to screw her again once she'd finished her "work" in the bathroom. Suddenly though, a voice caused them to turn their heads.

"What the fuck is going on in here? I leave you a pretty whore for a few minutes and I don't see her, AND no fucking work is getting done either!" Sue's boy friend Donny had returned, and was really pissed.

To Be Continued...



Sue Ch. 05-08



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

Chapter 5

Working With Brian

On my way to work the following day I wondered how Brian and I would cope with being in the same office together but I needn't have worried, apart from a discrete wink and a hurriedly blown kiss when I first walked in, I don't think anyone watching us would ever have guessed what had happened between us the previous evening.

I was pleased by his restraint and control, the last thing I wanted was to have a happily married man besotted by me - enjoying each other was one thing, being 'in love' with each other was quite another - and not for me.

But of course I would have been equally unhappy if he had completely ignored me. He didn't! 

I had worn the skirt that he had said was his favourite and it got the response I had hoped it would. I could understand why any 'leg man' would like it, it was a sort of tailored wrap-around, having a fly-away panel at the front that, if you weren't careful, could expose a leg virtually all the way to the hip. On a couple of previous occasions when I had been wearing it I had, without meaning to then, been less than careful and Brian had obviously caught a fleeting eyeful. On that morning, intentionally that time, I made sure he did again and I saw that he hadn't missed the brief 'shows' I put on for him - and the expression on his face told me how much he appreciated them.

But though there were plenty of long, meaningful looks and we could both sense the tension in the air between us, neither actually did anything to raise questions in anyone's mind - at least not until after the factory had closed for the day. Of course I stayed late, there was no way I could have just said 'Good night Brian' and gone home with everyone else and as people were by then used to me staying back fairly frequently I felt sure that there was no risk in my doing so two nights in a row. 

We both started to become restive as we watched the stragglers taking their time leaving the factory below but finally there were only two left and though they seemed to take forever to wash-up and leave, eventually they too went and as I heard the main door close behind them I turned and saw Brian, almost running from his office and in a flash felt his arms wrap tightly around me and his lips kissing me hard.

The growing tension that had been bottled-up during the day had obviously fired his passion and as his lips and tongue searched my mouth and his hands squeezed and fondled by body I could feel the urgency of it, capped like a volcano waiting to erupt. Feeling that added fuel to the fire that had been burning deep inside me too and, as I responded eagerly to his kisses I felt that familiar, deliciously warm tingling beginning between my thighs. While one of his hands kneaded the cheeks of my arse the other felt for my waiting breast and I heard him making soft moaning sounds of pleasure as his mouth kissed and sucked the tender flesh at the side of my neck.

'I want you Sue. I want you so badly.' he whispered.

'I want you too Brian, you must be able to feel that I do.'

He pulled his head back, pushed and held me away from himself as he looked deep into my misted eyes and asked - 'Are you sure, are you really sure you do?'

I pulled him back hard up against me. 'Of course I do, after last night how could you think I wouldn't?'

'All day I've kept thinking that last night was just a dream, a fantasy, it seems impossible that it really happened Sue.'

'Well it did - it's going to again, right now - and whenever you want it to.'

'Come on then, if you're sure, come with me, downstairs.' he said as his arms released me, he grabbed my hand and almost dragged me from the office. 

At first I thought he must be taking me to his car and couldn't imagine where he was planning for us to go but then I realised where we were heading and couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it too. The factory had a small first-aid room - and it had a bed in it! Nothing fancy, just a very functional little bed where someone who was injured or who just felt unwell could rest for a while. But it was a bed - and though making love on the desk-top had been exciting it wouldn't be very practical on a regular basis. 

Brian unlocked the door, pulled me inside then re-locked it behind us before he again took me in his arms and kissed me long and hard.

Naturally we both felt more secure behind the locked door and our caresses were quickly less constrained, more intimate, more passionate. But after only a minute or two I again felt Brian pushing me away from himself and opening my eyes found his staring down into them.

'I'd like to look at you, all of you Sue. Please?'

I smiled tenderly up at him. 'Of course you can. I'd like to have you look at me - I just hope you like what you see Brian.'

I had never been undressed the way he did it, he made me feel as though I was some priceless work of art that was being carefully unwrapped for the first time, it was sensational!

As his fingers slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and exposed the swell of my breasts I felt first his fingers and then, as he bent his head, his lips lightly brushing over my skin. My nipples responded to the thrill of his touch and I felt their swelling tips grazing against my lacy bra as his hands cupped and gently squeezed the full weight of my breasts and then a warm, sensuous glow seemed to be spreading out through my entire body as his strong but gentle hands slowly kneaded and caressed me. Then I felt his hands slip behind me and fumble for a moment or two with the catch on my bra, then its straps being very delicately slipped from my shoulders and heard him sigh as he saw my breasts for the first time.

'They're, you're quite beautiful Sue, quite beautiful.' he murmured as he lightly ran his fingers over and around their curves, thrilling me even more with the delicate touch of his fingers.

As he continued to slowly, tenderly caress them he gazed lovingly at me, his eyes moving from one breast to the other were like a child's staring in wonder at a heap of presents on Christmas day. I pulled his head down against them and heard my own sighs of pleasure as, while his hands again slipped around me, his moist lips found and then began to nibble and suck me. I couldn't believe just how much pleasure his varied caresses gave me - when his lips had aroused my nipples to full-jutting hardness he swept his tongue across the curving flesh, sometimes using it flat to sweep up and over them, sometimes just the tip to again tease their spiky points. Then, from time to time he'd open his mouth and, even while his tongue continued to work on the nipple, he tried to suck the whole breast inside it.

All this time his hands were sending shivers up and down my spine, at first simply holding me steady, then moving slowly up and down my back, gradually slipping lower, down over the curve of by arse, then suddenly moving still lower, getting his hands under my skirt - gliding over the backs of my thighs, cupping and squeezing my arse-cheeks, spreading them so that his fingers could burrow deep into the cleft between them.

The blissful combination of what his mouth, lips, tongue and hands were doing soon aroused a heavy surge of need inside me, that grew stronger and stronger as his caresses continued on and on. Then, when at last I felt his mouth slip from my breasts to move slowly down over my stomach and his hands moved out from under my skirt, to unfasten it, I heard myself moan softly as the mere anticipation of what was still to come sent a wave of pleasure rolling through me. As Brian eased my panties down he pressed his face to the soft curve of my belly and as I lifted each foot so that he could take them from me I felt his tongue poking through my bush, searching for and briefly teasing the hard ridge of my already swollen clit.

When he had me completely naked he paused and, looking down I saw him staring up at me, his eyes taking in every curve. 'Beautiful, just stunningly beautiful Sue.' he murmured.

'I'm not that special Brian - but I'm glad you like what you see.' I answered.

'I still can't really believe it's happening to me - you're every man's fantasy come true.'

'Not every man's - but it would be nice being yours. But you'll need to get undressed too if we're going to make love.' I reminded him.

'In a minute Sue, first I want to give you a little of the pleasure you gave me last night.' 

As he said that he gently pushed me backwards until I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my knees and I sat down on it. I spread my legs for him as he came forward to kneel between them and I felt his hands easing my thighs still further apart then, as he lowered his head I found that the slight roughness of his cheeks against the delicate skin of my inner thighs contrasted excitingly with the smooth moistness of his lips and tongue that began to work their way towards the core of me.

Again he took his time, maximising my ultimate pleasure by slowly building my arousal - kissing and licking my inner thighs, moving slowly, almost too slowly closer to my itching pussy and clit. Finally I felt the first, light touch of his tongue on the outer lips, lazily tracing the complete outline of them before it moved inside to then lovingly lap the warm wetness of my sex.

'Oh Brian darling, that's so good.' I moaned and, taking his head in my hands I pulled him tighter up against myself. 

Then, as my hips rose off the bed in even stronger response to what his tongue was doing to me I felt the firm grasp of his hands beneath me, gripping my arse, lifting me higher still and, while it felt as though he was trying to suck my entire pussy into his mouth, the rigid length of his tongue began to dart in and out between its puffy folds. 

It was sheer bliss, his mouth and tongue sent a constant stream of heavenly sensations coursing through me and, as I felt my need grow steadily stronger and then the first slow up-welling of my impending climax I couldn't believe that it was possible to feel anything stronger - that is until his darting tongue slipped from between my pussy-lips and then skimmed up over my clit. I heard myself shriek and I'm sure it took only two or three of those quick licks for him to finally bring on that climax. 

But of course Brian didn't stop then and though I was writhing and heaving so much that he had to grip my arse really tightly, he managed to keep my spasming pussy hard up against his mouth and somehow, while his tongue continued to flicker over my almost unbearably sensitive clit, was still able to suck and drain the juices that flowed freely from within my pleasure wracked body.

Time stood absolutely still, one climax merging with the next and the next as he continued on, apparently quite untiringly - the ecstatically draining experience was completely unlike anything I had ever felt or even imagined.

But eventually he slowed and then stopped, resting his head between my now limply relaxed thighs and I lay there, ruffling his hair while I waited for my pleasure-weakened muscles to regain some strength.

As the haze gradually cleared I found myself thinking how Brian must be feeling right then. The sight, feel and smell of me must have excited him, excitement that by then must be turning into a frustrated ache. For a moment I wondered if my exhausted body could respond to it but as I recalled his love-making the previous evening, the feel of his cock, steadily pistoning in and out of me, I found a familiar, warm tingling sensation working its way up from deep inside my body. 

I don't know if Brian sensed something stirring inside me but he slipped his hands from underneath me, lifted himself up to sit beside me on the bed then, bending low took my face between them and gently kissed me full on the mouth. His was still slightly sticky with what he had sucked from me and the memory of the first time I had tasted my own juices, with Richard, flooded briefly back. But now it was Brian I wanted to please and to have please me, his body might not look as great as Richard's had but, though at the time I had thought Richard to be a good lover, only Brian had been able to give me the series of rolling climaxes that I had craved so much for so long.

'That was unbelievably wonderful darling.' I whispered when the kiss ended. 'Now I want to see you and then to feel your cock inside me, the way you were last night - big and strong.'

'I don't have much of a body to look at love.' he answered quietly. 'It's not a young man's body any more you know.'

'That doesn't matter darling. It's yours and it's you I want to please, a man, not some boy.' I sat up and pushed him up. 'Now come on, be fair, you've had a good look at me, now it's my turn.'

He was obviously shy, I liked that, it gave me a funny feeling, as though I was somehow 'in charge' - and suddenly I realised something I hadn't before, I had felt that the previous evening too - and I liked it. 

His shoes socks and shirt came off quickly and, as I had expected, although his body wasn't that of a young man, I still found the sight of it appealing. His chest and shoulders were broad and retained much of the power that he had obviously had as a younger man. A fine coat of slightly greying hair covered his chest and a thin, darker line of it ran down across his still flat stomach to the waist-band of his trousers - as though pointing the way to where the real source of his maleness lay. He turned away from me slightly as he unzipped and unbuckled himself and in embarrassment, paused for a moment before slipping off and stepping out of his trousers.

I was glad to see that he wore briefs, not baggy shorts and, as he turned back to look at me, my eyes dropped automatically to the bulge in the front of them. Although it didn't look as though his cock was still fully erect it was obvious from the shape of the bulge that it wasn't far off it, and I felt myself getting more excited as I just sat there looking at it.

'Believe me - that looks good darling.' I said quietly.

'I warned you I'm not much to look at - but if you say I'm O.K., I'll believe you.' he answered with a sheepish grin. 'Though I feel a bit of an idiot doing a strip for you.' he added with just a hint of bravado.

'You don't look like an idiot - you look like a very attractive man, who, in just a few minutes is going to make me feel fantastic. Now come on, get the briefs off too, let me get a proper look at what did such a great job on me last night.'

He actually smiled at that and, with bit of a flourish, quickly stripped them down and off. 

I had been right about his cock, although it certainly wasn't standing upright it was hard and even as I looked at him it twitched and as I continued to watch I saw it was growing, little by little, lifting higher.

Feeling myself becoming increasingly aroused by the sight of him I almost absentmindedly slipped one hand between my thighs and let my fingers trail over the moist tenderness between them. But I really only became aware of what I was doing when I saw Brian's eyes drop and then his hand take hold of his cock and begin to slowly stroke it, doing to himself what I was doing to my pussy. As we watched each other I could see from the now rapidly increasing size and hardness of it that he was quickly becoming fully aroused and knew from the mounting sensations in my own body that I was keeping pace with him. For a brief moment the thought of seeing him erupt in front of me seemed strangely exciting and made a mental note of that for some future occasion - but this time I wanted to feel that happening inside me.

'Come here lover.' I said and as I kept my eyes on his now fully engorged cock, I slid up on to the bed, lay back and spread my bent legs wide apart.

He didn't hesitate and within a few seconds I had all of him deep inside me and then felt the quickly mounting thrills as he began to stroke powerfully in and out of my hungry sex. I had half expected that his earlier arousal would mean that his orgasm would come more quickly - and that after the continuous climaxes his mouth and tongue had forced from me I would probably be unable to fully respond to him as I had the previous evening - but I was wrong, on both counts!

Again I couldn't believe either his staying power or my body's ability to react to it and soon he had me groaning, then loudly crying out as the feel of his rock-hard cock, steadily stroking in and out of me triggered the first of two even more massive climaxes from me before he finally erupted and completely flooded me with his hot semen.

We lay locked together on that little bed for a long time and Brian actually dozed off for a short while. I just lay there beside him, utterly spent, enjoying the complex sensations that continued to play through my body. Later we both had a quick shower and though I was tempted to see if he could be re-aroused I resisted it, knowing that we didn't have unlimited time and I certainly didn't want to cause problems for him with his family. Afterwards, as he drove me home I sensed his eyes flicking sideways to look at me and then he reached out and lightly squeezed my thigh.

'We're on a road that has nowhere to go Sue - but you can't imagine how marvellous you make me feel and, if you really want to travel it with me for a while I'll do my best to make sure I make you happy too.'

I turned and smiled at him. 'You do make me happy Brian, you don't know just how much. I really do understand that it's only for a while - but let's not think about that, let's just enjoy the time we do have, not worry about the time we don't.'

Over the next few weeks we spent times together like that two or three evenings a week, sometimes we had a couple of hours, usually less and on one occasions, when for various reasons he had been unable to stay behind for several days in a row, we actually had a 'quickie' in his office during the day. That time was incredibly intense for each of us, hearing the noise of the factory below us, knowing that at any moment someone could come up the stairs and though I still climaxed first, I felt sure that Brian's orgasm came much faster than when we were relaxed and secure in our little room below.


Chapter 6

Going Away

Like many factories ours shut for the three week holiday period and as that began to get close I asked Brian what he and his family were doing during the time off. Of course he knew what was really in my mind - three weeks was a long time - would we be able to see each other!

'I've thought about that a lot Sue - I didn't know what your plans were and wasn't sure how to go about asking how you'd feel about what I had in mind.'

'What's that?'

'We rent a house on the northern coast for a couple of weeks, my wife was born in the town and as there are good fishing spots nearby we've got into the habit of me visiting them while she visits her relatives and old friends. I thought that if you came up for the middle week-end I could find a motel for you to stay at - and during the day we could go off somewhere together.'

'Fishing?'

He laughed. 'No, not fishing darling. We could walk, hire a boat on the river, surf, lie in the sun, whatever you like.'

'Make love all day?'

He grinned. 'Well maybe not all day but I did have in mind that we would have time for that too, without being rushed I mean.' 

'It's a marvellous idea Brian, I'd love to come.'

The look of surprised happiness on his face told me that for some reason he hadn't really expected me to agree to his idea and the way he hugged and kissed me when he stopped outside my house showed just how excited he was at the thought of us having a one or two days together, rather than just one or two hours.




Sue Ch. 05-08



He made all the arrangements but discussing and planning them together over the following days gave us both something to look forward to and I thought that this must be a little like the way couples feel when they are organising their honeymoon.

Brian hired a car for me and booked a room in a motel in the next town, the arrangement was that I would drive up on the Friday afternoon and that as he was supposedly going off for a day's fishing, he would join me very early Saturday and, hopefully again on the Sunday morning too, I would then drive back home on the Monday. We didn't plan how we would spend the time together I just thought how lovely it would be to have him to myself, for a while at least.

Of course I did some shopping, getting myself several new things that I thought were both practical and flattering, including a bikini, that reminded me of the one I had bought a couple of Summers earlier, the one that had been such a hit with Richard. As Brian had mentioned a day out on a boat I also bought myself some new shorts, a couple of pairs that were both smart and practical and one pair that was not practical at all and looked positively indecent when I tried them on at home, not only exposing half my bum cheeks but also so tight in the crotch that the seam actually cut up between my pussy lips. I bought a pair for Brian too and a shirt to go with them, as a surprise present and later, as I gift-wrapped them, I tried to visualise him wearing them for me.

I had told my parents that I was spending the week-end away with a group of girls from the office and though of course they had no objections I saw my Mother giving me some odd looks when she saw how evasive I got whenever she asked me about any other details.

Although the intervening days dragged slowly by and as we got closer to the factory shut-down there was more work to do and fewer opportunities for us to be together, finally the last Friday came and I had only one more week, to be spent alone, before our first full day together. If I had thought the previous time had gone slowly, they were a flash of lightning compared to those few days. What made it even worse was the nagging thought that once away from home and the pressures of his job, Brian and his wife might find themselves and their relationship revitalised and that he might not want to continue sharing part of himself with me. I tried to keep those thoughts at bay by keeping myself busy and spending time with friends I hadn't seen for a while but wasn't completely successful and even when I picked up the car and actually set off, the sense of excited anticipation was marred by those deeper worries. 

The drive was uneventful and though I felt rather odd, booking into a motel as 'Mr. and Mrs.' when I was by myself - explaining that my 'husband' would not be arriving until the following morning - when I got to the room I told myself not to be silly, unpacked, showered and decided to go out for a walk around town before having dinner. The river ran into the sea quite nearby and as I stood on the beach-front at the edge of it and looked across to the far bank I saw the dim outline of the other town, where Brian and his family were staying and wondered if by some chance he was, at that moment actually thinking of me.

I had dinner, watched some TV and as I obviously wanted to be fresh in the morning, went to bed early - but sleep was a long time coming and when it did it was fitful and full of dreams, mostly about me losing something or someone and I'm sure it was well into the early hours of the morning before I really fell into a deep sleep. Then of course I was still tired when the early morning call I had booked came through - and after I had put the phone down, I fell asleep again!

The next thing I knew was the sound of banging on the door, that woke me with a start and when I saw the time I leapt out of bed to open it. It was Brian of course, carrying his fishing gear and a broad grin on his face. I literally threw myself at him, my arms encircling him and the rods and I heard myself sobbing in sheer relief as he backed me into the room and kicked the door shut behind himself, kissing me at the same time as he tried to disentangle me from the fishing tackle. As the sobs slowed I relaxed my almost manic grip and let him stack the things in a corner before hugging him again.

'I was so worried that you wouldn't come, I got hardly any sleep last night and went back to sleep after my early call. I'm sorry Brian, I so wanted to be fresh and nice for you, not like this, I'm sorry.'

He kissed me again, harder this time, his arms holding me close - and, as he felt me relaxing and responding, slipped his hands under the T shirt I had slept in and I felt the firm touch of his hands on my still bed-warm skin. His kiss quickly became more urgent, more demanding and I made no protest when, a few seconds later he pushed me away from himself and in one swift move, stripped the T shirt up over my head then I stood there watching while he quickly got out of his things and, as he stepped out of his pants, saw with pleasure the already hard length of his cock quivering with his need for me.

Neither of us wanted to waste any time with the niceties of love-making, at that moment both of us just needed a fuck - there was no other word for it! And fuck we did, hard and fast - probably waking the people in the rooms on either side of us when we cried out together as we came.

It was only then that I was able to accept that it was all actually happening and I began to really feel the excitement of the prospect of this time together. We rang through for breakfast and while we waited for it to arrive, showered together, laughing and giggling as soapy hands explored and fondled and, as we felt each other becoming slowly re-aroused, kissed while the shower rinsed the suds from us. Then, during a short break for breath, he held me away from himself and as he looked down into my eyes I saw that his were twinkling mischievously.

'What would you say if I told you I would be staying here tonight?'

I couldn't believe what he was saying. 'Truly? You're not just playing a trick on me?'

'No darling, I wouldn't do that. I'll be here tonight, truly.'

'Oh Brian, that's just wonderful!' I responded excitedly as I hugged him hard back against myself. 'But how? What about your w..., you're family?'

'My wife has an old aunt who lives further up the coast and the family decided they wanted to go up there for a couple of days to visit her, as she and I have never got along very well my wife suggested I not go - her idea, not mine. Can you believe that for a bit of luck? Anyway I agreed, reluctantly of course.' he added with a cheeky grin. 'So tonight - and tomorrow night too, you have me all to yourself - if you want me that is.'

'If I want you? You idiot, of course I do, that's why I'm here. Oh that's marvellous, so much time together, it'll be just wonderful Brian, just wonderful.'

I was so excited at the thought of having him to myself for so long that my enthusiasm carried me away a bit and if we hadn't been interrupted by knocking on the door I think I would have been able to get him fuck me again right there in the shower. Certainly his cock was getting interested in a second performance, as he found out when he tried to cover himself so he could answer the door and I couldn't help giggling as I watched him trying to hide it in the folds of a big bath towel. I listened to Brian collecting the trays and then when I heard the sound of the door closing again, wrapped a towel around myself and joined him for breakfast.

As we began to eat he looked across at me, his eyes were shining with happiness and, from the way I felt inside, I guessed mine must have looked exactly the same.

'I've hired a boat, ostensibly for a fishing trip, we don't have to use it but, if you would like to we can go up-river for the day - we don't have to do any fishing.' he added with a twinkle in his eye.

'I'd like that Brian, a day on the river sounds nice, so long as we can find a nice, secluded spot to stop sometime.' I said, knowing he knew exactly what I meant by that.

'I'm sure we can find somewhere suitable Sue.' he replied. 'But, as I'm quite well known to a fair number of people around here I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to meet me somewhere, not come down to the boat-yard with me.'

'I understand, that's not a problem, you tell me where and when and I'll be there. But first,' I added as I got up and fetched the parcel. 'I've got a small present for you.' Then I watched with pleasure as he opened it, found the things I had bought for him and saw that he obviously liked them.

'For today Sue?'

'If you like them.'

'Of course I do, they're terrific. Now I feel bad that I didn't think of buying something for you.'

'Don't be silly, you've given me all this.' I said, indicating the room and meaning everything he had paid out to get me there with him.

'Still, I hadn't expected a present - you're more of a present than I could ever have expected Sue - but thank you, I hope you like the look of me in them.'

'I will, don't worry about that. And I'll think of how good you'll look when you're taking them off too.' I added cheekily.

He grinned but then as we both hurried to get ourselves ready I was pleased to see just how good he actually did look in them, his legs and bum still had a nice shape and the fit of the shorts accentuated them more than ordinary trousers did and I found it was easy to forget how much older than me he actually was - he was just a good-looking man who was able to give me more pleasure than any other boy or man I had met. 

Brian said he would arrange supplies for the boat at the marina, so all I had to do was take whatever I needed. I had toyed with the idea of wearing my tight, sexy shorts underneath a more normal pair so that I could give Brian a thrill at some stage during the day but not knowing just what might eventuate on the boat trip, I finally decided against that and instead of that, packed them, along with underwear and a few other things in a small bag, wearing my new bikini under the shorts and T shirt. When I was ready he drove me to a small park beside the river, where I waited while he went for the boat and it wasn't long before we were together again, cruising slowly up river in a small but very nicely equipped cabin cruiser.

The day was superb, not a cloud in the sky, the sun already quite warm and the river as smooth as glass. We saw a few other boats going backwards and forwards but seemed to be the only one making a journey up-stream and I frankly hoped that it stayed that way. Brian was obviously used to handling boats and once we were out on a clear stretch of water he let me take the wheel, explained the principles and pointed out the various navigation signs we had to follow. It was great and when I found it wasn't as tricky as I thought it might be and with the feel of Brian standing close beside me I began to really enjoy myself.

Even though the river was almost empty of other boats most of the time, I still had to concentrate on what I was doing but as he stood there with one arm lightly round my waist I was constantly aware of his nearness and that he spent as much time looking at me as he did at the river. I guessed some of what must be going through his mind - almost sheer disbelief that we were there together, still trying to handle the fact that a girl of my age would be genuinely interested in someone of his. But then he couldn't be expected to understand just how much appeal his experience and, even more importantly, his physical staying power had for me. So, looking forward to whatever pleasures the day might bring, I let the boat take us steadily further and further away from the busy towns down stream.


Chapter 7

On The River

We had been going for well over an hour and were cruising through a narrower, quite heavily wooded section of the river and although we hadn't seen another for ages I had slowed the boat's speed just in case we met one coming the other way, when I saw a small clearing fronted by a strip of sandy beach on one side of the river.

'Could we stop there for a while Brian?' I asked.

'Sure, I've got a thermos of coffee and some biscuits if you fancy a break.' he answered, then took the wheel and showed me how to 'park the boat', as I insisted on calling the manoeuvre.

By this time the sun was getting really warm so while Brian got the things out of the boat I stripped down to my bikini to get a bit of a tan and, hearing an appreciative whistle I turned and saw him standing there openly ogling me.

'That's fantastic darling, you look sensational!'

'I'm glad you like it.' I said, pirouetting around so that he could get a good look from all angles. 'I was thinking of you when I bought it. But there's plenty of time for perving, where's that coffee and biscuits you promised?'

As well as the coffee and biscuits he had brought a thick blanket from the boat, so we sat, quietly enjoying the tranquil view, listening to the sounds of the river flowing past and happy at just being together. But I was also conscious that Brian frequently turned to look at me and I liked the nice warm feeling I got from knowing how much enjoyment he got from just that.

After we had finished the coffee I realised that I needed to piss and although we hadn't seen anyone else passing by I automatically looked around for somewhere better screened from the river.

'I have to take a pee, I'll just pop over behind those bushes.' I said as I took a couple of tissues from my bag then walked across the open grass. When I went through the bushes I found that behind them was another, smaller clearing that was completely hidden from view from the river and, taking off the bottom half of the bikini, squatted down. Then as I began to piss, something made me look up and saw that Brian had followed me and was standing there watching me.

It gave me a funny feeling, having him looking at me like that while I pissed - but, to my surprise I found that in a strange kind of way it felt sexy too, so I took my time and when I had finished, slowly wiped myself, not once taking my eyes from his and, as he in turn continued to stare at me, I was amazed to feel a slow surge of desire welling up inside me.

'I hope you didn't mind me doing that.' he said in a low, uncertain voice. 'I don't know what got into me, I just somehow felt I had to watch you.'

'Of course not love. In a way it felt nice having you there. But now you'll have to let me watch you.' I didn't know what made me say that either but having said it, I found that the mere idea was quite exciting so, leaving my bikini lying on the grass, I got up and walked over to him.

'You must need one too.' I said, running my fingers lightly over his crotch.

He nodded - and as he slowly unzipped his shorts and felt inside for his cock I moved to one side and slightly behind him, took it from him and gently held it. It was fat and warm and obviously watching me pee had started to get it aroused and that and the feel of it in my hand sent a shiver of pleasure running through me. He turned his head and I saw a look of uncertainty on his face.

'Go ahead.' I said.

In the odd circumstances it took him a while to get started but after a few seconds it began and then the powerful flow quickly followed. I couldn't believe just how exciting it was, holding him like that, feeling the pulse of his piss surging through his cock, excitement that increased even more when I began to slowly move his cock, up and down and from side to side, watching as the stream drenched the grass in front of us. I had read about what's called 'water sports' and while I certainly didn't fancy the idea of people pissing over each other, I found that doing this was in fact really quite sexy - and as I felt his body pressing back against me, I guessed that so did Brian.

I still had the tissue in my other hand so, when I was sure he had finished and I had shaken the last few drops from his cock, I moved round and knelt in front of him, dabbed the moisture that still clung to the tip of it, then, looking up briefly, I reached round behind him, gripped his arse, slipped my lips over its head and, pushing forwards until I had my nose buried in his crinkly pubic hair, took all of his cock in my mouth. His arse cheeks tensed as he felt himself engulfed and his cock squirmed and thickened as, in response to the stimulation my tongue and sucking mouth were giving, blood began to pulse more strongly into it. 

It quickly grew too big for me to keep all of it inside my mouth and when I eased back from him a little it surged and stiffened even more. Feeling it coming to life like that was exciting and I encouraged it by curling the fingers of one hand around the quickly hardening shaft and lightly stroking up and down its still growing length while I took care of the velvety smooth bulb of its sensitive head with my lips and tongue.

Brian moaned with pleasure and I felt his body tensing even more as my mouth and fingers slowly worked it up to a full-sized erection and when I was sure that I had, I slipped my mouth off it and keeping just a light hold of his tightening balls, leaned back a little so I could see it properly. It looked marvellous, jutting straight out at me, quivering slightly from his arousal, the head a dark, shiny red and as he looked down to see why I had stopped, I smiled up at him.

'I just wanted to see you like that. It's very exciting Brian, so big, proud, almost angry looking. I'd really love to have a picture of it. But though its exciting for me to just look at it I think it would rather be doing something - so why don't you get your things off.' I added.

He bent down and struggled out of his shorts and underpants and then, instead of coming to me, turned and headed away through the bushes.

'I'll get the blanket Sue.' he said.

I had to admit it was a good idea, the ground, other than where the last drops of his piss still sparkled in the sunlight, was very dry and hard and making love on it would be a bit uncomfortable for whomever had to be on the bottom. I got up and peered through the bushes to watch him and when he picked up the blanket and turned towards me I was interested to see that his cock had already lost some of its previous rigidity. 'It needs a bit more stimulation.' I thought to myself, recognising that I was going to have to learn the phases of his arousal and just what he was - as well as what he was not - capable of, if I was going to be sure that both of us got the very best out of our time together. 

But even while I was thinking that, my body was reacting to the sight of him as he walked back again, the swing of his still powerful looking manhood stirring memories of the pleasure it had given me at other times, adding to the effect that holding it just a few minutes ago had triggered - and reaching down between my thighs I found that I was already very wet.

When he came through the bushes and saw me standing there he stopped and just looked at me for a few seconds.

'I'll never get used to just how lovely you are Sue - nor the idea that you want to be with me. I keep expecting to wake up to find it's all nothing but a dream.'

'I'm not a dream love and it's as wonderful for me as you say it is for you, don't forget that. Now come over here - right now I just want to feel you inside me.'

He spread the blanket and then lay down on it. 'The ground's pretty hard and I don't want you to graze or bruise yourself, so you can be the driver again.' he said with a grin.

I didn't need to be told twice! I knelt astride him, reached down for his cock and because it wasn't completely rigid supported myself with one hand and eased it slowly inside myself with the other. His eyes dropped to watch as it disappeared up into me and as I felt his cock suddenly surge with his excitement, wished that there were some way that I could see as well as feel it.




Sue Ch. 05-08



Having my breasts dangling in front of his face like that was a temptation Brian couldn't resist and I sighed as I felt him gently take hold of one and, lifting his head, begin to lick and suck at it. It felt so good that even when I had all his cock inside me and I began to slowly move myself up and down, I stayed in that position, leaning forward so that he could continue his delicious caressing and sucking of each in turn.

As he did that and I moved up and down on him I felt his cock quickly getting stronger and then, as it grew bigger still I lifted myself a little higher, teasing the bulging head with my pussy-lips, hearing him respond to that with a slow moan of pleasure and feeling the shaft inside me finally become completely hard. Having achieved that I was able to give myself up to the pleasures he was giving my breasts with his fingers and mouth and those I was giving myself as I steadily rose and fell on his cock. But although I would have loved to have been able to go on like that for ages I had got myself so worked up that all too soon I felt my rapidly increasing need and, pulling my breast from Brian's still sucking mouth, I pushed myself upright and wriggled around so that I could get his cock even higher up inside me, then began to thrust myself down on him faster and harder.

As he saw and felt what was happening to me Brian bent his legs and braced himself with his feet, using the extra leverage that position gave him to add to my excitement by thrusting vigorously upwards to meet my downstrokes. The sensations were incredible - my pussy-lips were forced wide open by the mass of him driving up into me and as I ground myself down on to it I heard myself crying out as the almost agonising pleasure grew stronger and stronger. Finally, just when I thought I could really stand no more an almighty whirlpool seemed to form inside me, and I rode him faster and faster until the peak of the climax ripped through me.

When finally the ecstatic feelings lessened slightly I found to my surprise that Brian was still thrusting up into me, more slowly and less vigorously than before but maintaining a steady rhythm that kept alight the fire that had just blazed inside me. Opening my eyes I looked down and saw him smiling up at me.

'When I see you climax like that I can really believe what you say you see in me and actually forget the difference in our ages.' he said, then pulled me down to himself and while continuing his slow, steady upthrusting, kissed me long and hard.

It was a lovely feeling, his arms wrapped right around me, holding me tightly down against himself, my breasts squashed against him, their still sensitive nipples being grazed by the hair on his chest, my mouth being worked on by his lips and tongue and the feel of his still hard cock sliding smoothly in and out of my quiveringly tender pussy. As the kiss lingered on and our tongues teased each other I was amazed to feel the fire inside me starting to burn more brightly and felt a thrill of anticipation ripple through me. I don't know if Brian was aware of the change but I felt my pussy gripping his shaft more tightly and then the exciting contractions began to start again.

But even when it was obvious from the way the rest of my body responded that I was building up to a second climax Brian didn't slacken the tight bear-hug he was holding me in. It was a very strange feeling, being wrapped up like that, held so tightly that I could hardly move at all, while his cock still pistoned powerfully up into me. I had no control over what was being done to me - it was almost as though I was being fucked against my will. I knew that all girls have dreams of being raped - not that they want them to come true of course - but this was different, this was actually happening to me and by putting the image of Brian out of my mind, leaving his body faceless, I found I could imagine the experience of a violent dream actually coming true. And that it was incredibly exciting!

He maintained a strong, steady rhythm and because I was held so tightly I couldn't use my body to urge him on and though in one way I was screaming out for his thrusts to get faster, in another way that frustration only served to heighten the fantasy - and in turn aroused me even more - so I mentally surrendered, allowing this all powerful cock to do whatever it would with me.

The climax he gave me that time was completely different to the first, when I had been in charge, going at the speed I needed, shifting my body around so that the friction of his shaft was in just the right place as I built up to my own peak. This time my body was forced to go at another's pace, still moving from one plateau of excitement to another but sometimes being held back, sometimes being forced upwards as my body responded, almost unwillingly to the continuous rhythm being set for me.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. It was as though the rest of my body had dissolved away, leaving only a yawning, sopping cunt - a cunt that was being scorched by the red-hot column of flesh that relentlessly drove up into it. Every nerve and fibre screamed at the intensity of my response, I felt my entire body shuddering uncontrollably and as the peak finally overwhelmed me I tore my mouth away from his and heard my own unbelieving cry of almost unbearably painful ecstasy. 

He didn't let go of me, I was still held tightly down against him and the fucking machine below continued shafting up into my raw pussy until it had forced every last shivering response from me, only then slowing and finally coming to a stop, then his grip of me weakened and I was able to relax, falling sideways on to the blanket beside him.


Chapter 8

A Pair Of Shorts

The haze of satisfied pleasure cleared slowly and after some minutes I became aware of sounds around us and the feel of the sun on my exhausted body - and it was only then that I realised that in spite of the massive double climax Brian had given me, he had not come himself. Propping myself up on one elbow I looked down at his crotch, his cock, still glistening with my rapidly drying juices, lay across the top of one thigh, though not erect it was still much thicker and longer than I knew it would have been if he had been as exhausted as I was. Looking up, my eyes met his, gently smiling at me.

'I suddenly realised that in spite of what you did for me, you didn't climax yourself love. Would you like me to take care of you now?' I asked, sitting fully upright and resting one hand on his belly, just above where his cock lay.

He reached up with one hand and lovingly stroked my hair and face. 'There's no rush is there darling? Just because I didn't come doesn't mean I didn't love every second of it. I can't get as many as I used to you know - let's save this one for later - but that doesn't mean you mustn't touch me.' he added with a grin when he felt me starting to draw my hand away from him.

I smiled understandingly and left it there, resting the palm on the sticky mat of hair, letting my fingers curl down between his thighs and under the sac, lifting and fondling his heavy balls, conscious of their vulnerability in his still partially aroused state and, looking down again was pleased to see that as I gently rolled and squeezed them, his cock stirred and began to swell and then roll slowly across his upper thigh. He let out a contented sigh and then pulled my lips down so he could kiss me while I continued to lightly caress him.

It was obvious from the way I felt his cock responding that it would have taken very little to get it to its previous erect state but remembering what he said about there being 'no rush' and that he had wanted to save himself 'for later' I made sure that my caresses were light and intermittent enough to keep his responses just below the level where his pleasure would turn to need.

We stayed like that, kissing and intimately fondling each other for a long time, it was lovely, being in such a romantic setting, not a care in the world, free to simply kiss, touch, explore each other - without the pressure of knowing that soon we'd have to go on to the next stage, as I had always felt with other boys and men.

After a while, as the sun climbed higher above us, we both began to sweat and just when I was about to suggest we move over into the shade, Brian had an even better suggestion.

'How about a swim, to cool us off a bit? Then, if you like we can go a bit further up-river, or we can just stay here for the day. Whatever you like Sue.'

I remembered that as we had come in to moor I had noticed that just here the river seemed to have a clean, sandy bottom and the idea of a swim seemed terrific - I just as quickly made up my mind about the other question he had asked too.

'Lovely idea, the swim I mean - and unless you know of somewhere even nicer than this is, let's stay here Brian.'

I didn't need to hear his reply to know that had been his choice too, his happy smile said it all.

'No I don't know anywhere nicer - so come on!' he said as he got up and grabbed my hand.

'Wait a minute, I need to put something on!'

'What on earth for? There hasn't been another boat go by in all the time we've been here and even if one should happen to head towards us, we'll hear it long before it get's here.'

He was right of course and when we actually got into the river I was glad he had been. I'd never 'skinny-dipped' before but when I felt the sensation of having nothing at all between my skin and the water I immediately understood just why it was so popular. After some initial shivering from the sudden temperature change after being in the hot sun, I found it positively sensual. As I swam out into the middle of the slowly moving current I revelled in the sensations I felt as it flowed over my bare breasts and eddied up between my thighs where it soon cooled off my over-heated pussy.

We swam, splashed, horsed around and generally behaved like two little kids and as we laughed and played the difference in our ages seemed to get washed away, so much so that even if Brian's age had caused me problems before I would have forgotten them completely. When the water finally began to chill us we ran back up to where we had left our things and with the help of the sun, quickly warmed up again as we dried each other off. While Brian went back to the second clearing for his clothes I slipped on a clean T-shirt and, deliberately leaving my panties off, wriggled myself into the skin-tight pair of shorts I had bought myself. When he came back and saw me he stopped in his tracks, staring at me and for a moment or two I wondered if they were too raunchy - but when he moved towards me and I saw the expression on his face I knew I needn't have worried.

'Where did you get those - and more importantly, how on earth did you get them on?'

I laughed. 'I think you're really worried that you might not be able to get them off again.'

'You could be right.'

'But do you like them?' I asked, turning slowly around so that he could see me from all angles, bending and twisting to make sure that he didn't miss seeing just how tightly they fitted up between my legs.

'I'm not sure I'd be game to walk down the street with you wearing them - but, if they are just for my benefit, in private - I love them!'

I laughed happily. 'Of course they're just for you - and I'm glad they have the effect I'd hoped they would.'

'Can you walk in them?' he asked with a grin.

I pulled a face at him. 'If you're going to make cracks like that I might just put on a pair of daggy old jeans instead.'

He smiled back at me. 'You'd be the sexiest woman I've ever met even, if you were wearing a tent Sue. But I thought we might go for a bit of a walk by the river before we have something to eat - so the question was partly serious.'

'They're fine, quite comfy really, once you get used to the feel of them. Exciting in a way, having the seam so tight up against me.' I added, looking him straight in the eye as I ran my fingers suggestively down the front of them and then on down between my thighs.

'Mmm, I imagine they might be.' he said quietly as he watched what I was doing and seeing how the seam actually cut up into the fold of my pussy - and as he continued watching I saw him quickly moisten his lips.

'But that's 'for later' isn't it?' I said cheekily. Then, arching my eye-brows I added. 'Walkies first, then food, then..... well, we'll see what happens won't we?'

His voice was a tone lower and there was a hoarseness to it as he answered. 'I don't think there's any doubt about what's going to happen Sue.'

But though it was obvious that the sight of me had re-aroused his appetite, he took my hand and we set off for the walk as he had originally suggested. The tree-line on this side was a little way back from the edge of the river and although there was no path as such and there were scattered rocks and bushes along the way most of the time it was quite an easy walk. It was so marvellously peaceful that it was as though we were the only two people on the earth. The sound of the river as it gurgled over rocks and boulders, the buzz of insects and the accompanying bird-calls all combined to make a kind of strange music, just for our pleasure. The feel of Brian's firm but gentle grip of my hand and the thoughtful way he steadied me as we scrambled over the occasional tricky rocky outcrop made me feel safe and secure and all in all I felt sure that even heaven couldn't make me feel any happier.

Most of the time we walked side by side, hand in hand but every now and then Brian would let me go on ahead of him - and although the way did narrow sometimes I began to get the feeling that he was finding excuses to drop back just to get a better view of my arse in the brief, skin-tight shorts and when, after the third or fourth time he had done that, he then had to go up ahead and turn to help me up a rock-pile, I felt sure that the bulge in his shorts was noticeably bigger. I hoped that I was right - and the thought that I might be turning him on like that started up nice warm, squirmy feelings deep inside me. 

So the next time he dropped behind I put just a little extra wiggle in my walk and when I found him staying back even longer, stopped and bent over, making out that I had to adjust my shoes. In that position the fabric was stretched even tighter, cutting down into the cleft between my arse-cheeks and feeling that, I tried to imagine what it would look like to Brian and what his reaction would be.

Having fiddled with my shoe for a few seconds I peered back under my arm - he was standing just a few paces away, staring at me, apparently using one hand to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position but, when he noticed me watching him he immediately stopped. But now I could clearly see the evidence of what the sight of my arse had done to him and a series of delicious shivers ran right through me.

Looking round I noticed that just up ahead of us there was a tree that must have been struck by lightning at some time, its trunk had been split vertically and one side had fallen, to be supported by some of the bigger branches and one of the lower ones stuck out parallel to the ground, just below waist height. It gave me an idea. If Brian had been so turned-on by watching me walking in front of him, perhaps I could get him even more aroused by displaying myself even more brazenly.

He hadn't moved and so, still keeping my back to him, I stood up, unzipped, then began to wriggle my way out of the shorts, making it look just a bit more difficult than it actually was and so giving him plenty of time to both get a good look at me and for his imagination to get to work. When they were finally off I looked back at him over my shoulder and saw that he was now quite openly handling himself and that from the size of the ridge in his shorts, guessed he was almost fully erect already.

'I think now is the 'later' you mentioned love.' I said, as I moved across to the tree. Turning, I beckoned to him, then spreading my feet wide apart, bent myself low over the branch so that my arse stuck up invitingly and my already damp pussy was spread wide open for him. I heard a rustling sound and hoped that he was stripping, but when there was then a long pause I began to wonder if I had over-estimated his recuperative powers. But then I felt the warm touch of his hands on the backs of my thighs and I began to tremble with anticipation as he slowly began to stroke up and over the tight curve of my arse.

His touch was so soft that his fingers felt like silk gliding over my skin and he triggered shivers up and down my spine as they wandered over the full curve of each cheek, up and down the backs of my thighs and then, eventually, up between them to find, then excitingly finger the soft folds of my warm, moist pussy. Then I realised he was getting down on his knees behind me and the next thing I felt was his tongue, reaching as far under me as he could get it, skilfully using it to tease the edges of my sensitive pussy-lips then, as he slowly rose again, licking back up over my tightly puckered arse-hole and on up along the curve of my spine.

Even while I was still being thrilled by its slow progress I felt his hand between my thighs and then the blunt head of his cock as he guided it between my pussy-lips. As I pushed myself back on to him, we both groaned at the thrills we felt as in one, long, powerful drive, he plunged it right up inside me. Once there he stood still, jammed hard up against my arse and I found that in that position I could actually feel the throb and pulse of his cock as it continued to harden, stretching me wide open.

'Oh God Sue - that's so good, so incredibly good.' he moaned softly before he took a gentle but firm hold of my hips and began to move slowly back and forth. Just little short movements at first that, as his shaft rubbed against it, quickly brought back those lovely burning feelings to my clit - but as my body responded and I began to push myself more firmly backwards on to him, I aroused his need even more strongly and felt his strokes quickly becoming longer, stronger and then gradually faster too.

I didn't know if it was because he hadn't climaxed earlier, because he had been so strongly aroused by the sight of me, because of the lascivious way I had offered myself to him, because of what he was feeling at that moment or just some combination of all of those - but I did know, for sure, that he was going to reach orgasm this time and, I guessed, quite quickly too. The mere thought of being able to arouse and excite him that much speeded up my own already rapidly approaching climax.

We came together, in fact just that once I think he may have been a split second earlier than me! I was just about to go over the top when I felt his cock surge, heard him cry out, then felt the first hot load of semen jet high up inside me and, at that moment my own orgasm began too. He grunted as he continued thrusting and slammed himself even harder against my arse as he erupted into me over and over again and I heard myself scream at the intensity of my reactions to his pounding body and felt my cunt gripping the greasy, pistoning shaft in an effort to drain every last drop from him. Even after I knew he had completely emptied himself into me, his body continued to jerk and spasm from the strength of what he had experienced and, in addition to the blissful feelings my own had given me, I felt a strange sense of achievement at this time having been able to get such an incredibly powerful response from him.

When his body finally stopped spurting into me he fell forwards and, with his slowly shrinking cock still plugged into me, hugged me tight and passionately kissed the back of my neck. We stayed locked together like that until we both stopped shuddering then, after lifting and turning me, he took me in his arms and kissed me even more passionately on the mouth. As we broke from a kiss that I would have liked to last forever he pushed himself a little bit away from me and looked deep into my eyes.




Sue Ch. 05-08



'I wouldn't have believed I was capable of that darling. I didn't hurt you did I?' he added with a note of genuine concern in his voice.

I smiled affectionately up at him. 'No, of course you didn't hurt me. You gave me a fantastic climax - and it was even better for me knowing that it was so good for you.'

'You could tell that could you?'

'Oh yes! Your cock got so big - you came so quickly and so strongly - it was wonderful, knowing that I had aroused you that much. Was it just the shorts that did that for you?'

'Partly, you looked incredibly sexy in them and then knowing that you had nothing on underneath them made me feel even more sexy. But its you more than what you wear - knowing that you are there for me, that you seem to get as much pleasure from me as you give me. The whole thing is just one long turn-on - I seem to be feeling sexy all the time. Wanting you again almost as soon as we have finished - that's unbelievable, especially at my age.' he added quietly.

I hugged him hard up against myself. 'That's good, that's how I want you to feel love. Enjoy me as much as I enjoy you - and that's a hell of a lot.'

I was so sticky from our love-making that I had far more trouble getting my shorts back on than I'd had in getting them off but somehow I managed and then, hand in hand we made our way slowly back to where we had left the boat.

TO BE CONTINUED



Sue Ch. 09-12



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Chapter 9

Sharing the Bath-Room

Brian had bought food from where he'd hired the boat so we had a good lunch, washed down with a small bottle of wine that he'd kept cold by dangling it in the river and after we finished that we lay in the shade and talked for a while before we both dozed off. When we woke again we found that it was about time for us to pack up for the return trip and after getting the boat out into mid-stream Brian let me take it all the way back down the river. He dropped me off at the same place that he'd met me in the morning and it soon after that we were in his car, driving back to the motel.

When we were inside our room he took me in his arms, held me tight and said. 'That was a day I'll never forget darling - I know it sounds silly to say 'thank you' - but I really do thank you, for so much.'

'It's me who should be thanking you Brian, you've made it all possible - and never forget that I'm enjoying everything - and that includes you - just as much as I hope you are. Anyway.' I said more brightly, 'The day isn't over yet - is it?'

He took my face between his hands and I saw that his eyes were shining with happiness as he smiled down into mine. 'No, it certainly isn't, so let's get freshened up. You then have to decide whether we go out somewhere nice for dinner or, if you prefer, we can have it brought up here.'

I didn't even have to think about an answer, I could eat out anytime I really wanted to but my time alone with him was precious. 'No contest love - we'll have it here.'

I could tell from the expression on his face that's what he had hoped I'd say and I grinned as I added. 'You didn't really expect me to say anything else did you?'

'Well, I'll admit I was hoping that's what you would say - but at the same time I didn't want you to feel cooped-up.'

'We've been out of doors all day, I could hardly accuse you of cooping me up could I. Anyway, we don't have that much time together - and I just want to make the most of it, you should know that.'

'I still have to keep pinching myself darling, you must understand that.'

'O.K., say no more - we both want to eat in - and that's that. Now, who gets to shower first?'

'I'll unpack our stuff and make us a drink - anyway, if I know anything about women you'll take longer than me - so you go first.'

'That's one disadvantage of having an older man - they've had time to get to know more about women, I'll have to remember that.' I said over my shoulder as I picked up my toiletries bag and headed for the bath-room.

A bit later, when I was about ready to have my shower he knocked on the door and, opening it just a little, asked me. 'What would you like to drink darling?'

'What choice is there?'

'There's a sort of mini-bar here, so I can get you almost anything you fancy.'

I'm not a big drinker but it was a special week-end and I didn't see why I shouldn't break-out a bit so, having thought for a moment, I answered. 'I had a gin and tonic once, that was a nice refreshing drink, how about one of those.'

'Yep, that's here. One G & T coming up.'

I turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, stripped off and was just about to get into the recess when there was another light knock on the door and Brian came in, carrying two drinks. When he found that I was undressed he stopped and stood there, looking at me with such intensity that it was almost as though he was seeing me naked for the first time. He obviously wanted to say something, equally obvious that he was embarrassed to say it and, when he finally did, it came out in a stumbling rush.

'Would you, er, would you mind very much if I watched you take your shower Sue?' he asked as he handed me the glass.

I took a sip of the drink, looking over the rim and straight into his eyes, then smiled and answered. 'I'd like that Brian - but, then I'll want to watch you when you have yours.'

'Sounds fair.' he said quietly as he sat down on the lid of the toilet and, clutching his drink tightly, watched as I stepped under the warm spray and began to soap myself.

Just as I did when he had watched me taking a pee, I found I got a kick out of having him there, intently watching me and I admit I took a bit longer than I normally would have done, soaping and washing myself, particularly my breasts and pussy even more thoroughly than usual. He didn't say a single word during the whole time but from the burning look that developed in his eyes I knew that my efforts were being fully appreciated!

When I finished I stepped out and, leaving the shower running as I began to dry myself, said.

'Your turn love.'

When he stripped I saw the evidence of what watching me had done for him, his cock wasn't fully erect but it was at that half way stage, thick and fat and almost as long as it would be when fully aroused. I liked seeing it like that, it meant he was excited but that there was still something left for me to do for him. It gave me a nice, mildly sexy feeling and as I sat and watched him begin to wash himself that feeling got steadily stronger and stronger.

I had never seen a man shower before and I was surprised at how differently he went about it. First of all he didn't stay under the shower, once wet he stepped to one side and soaped himself, because of his chest and other body hair he built up a much thicker layer of lather than I did and once that was done he used that lather to wash the rest of himself. His actions were much quicker, stronger than a woman's, almost rough, scrubbing rather than smoothing the soap over his body and I noticed that he used the extra thick amount of lather that built up in his pubic hair as a kind of reservoir, his hands returning to it from time to time then using it to wash some other part of himself. Of course each time he did that his fingers brushed over his cock and I imagined that in its already half aroused state, coupled with him having me there, watching him, those actions must have increased its arousal. It may have been my imagination - or just wishful thinking - but as he continued to wash himself it certainly seemed to be stiffening up.

He left his face until last and when he began to wash it, I got up, moved close, reached into the shower and fondled his slippery, soap covered balls and cock. My first touch made him tense with surprise but as I lifted and fondled his heavy balls, then closed my fingers around his cock and began to slip up and down the shaft, he relaxed and just stood there with his eyes closed while I enjoyed the feel of it slowly pulsing in my hand. But though I thought I felt it stiffening even more I found I couldn't get it fully erect.

'That feels sensational Sue - but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you this time, I think it's been totally drained. It's a long time since I've had so many erections and I can't remember when I've made love as many times in one day as I have with you today. I think it needs a longer rest before it's ready for action again. Sorry.'

I looked up and smiled as I reluctantly let go of him.

'Don't worry, I just wanted to please you. I wasn't expecting you to suddenly ravish me on the bath-room floor you know.' I added with a grin. 'In fact.' I said as I rinsed my hands. 'I'm feeling a little over-used too. Not that I'm complaining.' I added hurriedly. 'But I'm going to put some cream on, just to make sure that I'm not too sore tomorrow.'

I took a jar of moisturiser from my bag but he stepped out of the shower, reached across and took it from me.

'I'd like to do that for you, if you don't mind darling.'

I nodded and he threw a towel on the toilet cover, sat me down on it then knelt in front of me, gently eased my legs apart and, with his strong hands resting lightly on the tops of my thighs, just looked at me for several moments.

'It's so pretty - the soft, little pink folds - like a flower-bud that's just about to open. And when I think of the incredible pleasure it gives me, I just can't believe that such a delicate little part of you is capable of such powerful actions. It's beautiful and wonderful'

Having him admiring me like that gave me a nice warm, feeling and I became aware of a faint tingling sensation that was centred on my pussy and which, as it slowly grew, began to spread out from it into the rest of my body. Then he eased my legs further apart and, taking care not to overbalance me, lifted them, leaned forward and began to lightly lick the outer folds of my pussy-lips.

He'd developed a bit of a five o'clock shadow but I found that rather than being uncomfortable, the mild roughness of it grazing against my inner thigh in fact only increased my excitement. He took his time and I got the strong impression that he was getting just as much pleasure as he was giving to me - and that was a lot! 

Having him watch me shower then in turn watching and fondling him must have got me more excited than I had realised because after a minute or two of his tongue's gentle licking I felt the tingling sensation turning into something stronger. He couldn't get his tongue deep inside me but every now and then he did poke it between the thickening folds and those little stabbing movements quickly helped to arouse me even more. So when he finally turned his attention to my clit it had already swollen into a hard ridge and, when he slowly wiped his tongue over it the sensations were simply electric and as he saw me responding, he slipped his hands under my bum and managed to lift me higher. In that position he could reach me even better and began to lick and suck me even more strongly, forcing me to hold on to the rim of the seat as I arched myself, offering up my pussy to his devouring mouth.

I was amazed at how quickly I came, it wasn't an earth-shattering climax but it was a lovely one and, being so unexpected was even more satisfying than I imagined it could have been. Afterwards, when he was sure I had finished, he sponged me with warm water, dried me and then finally, very gently applied the cool, soothing cream to my still sensitive pussy.

As he got up I saw that in spite of his earlier protests, his cock was definitely harder than it had been before and felt sure that before the evening was over I'd be able to get it fully erect again - for the benefit of both of us!

Brian rubbed his face and said 'I should have had a shave before I did that darling, the stubble gets a bit rough by this time of the day, I'll have a quick one now.'

'Do you usually shave twice a day?'

'Not usually, no.'

'Do you have something else in mind for later then?'

He grinned shyly. 'I might. I'm certainly going to want to kiss you goodnight - and I don't want to make your face sore, do I?'

'Or any other part of me I hope.' I said, grinning up at him.

'Particularly any other part of you.' he replied with a laugh.

So, while he had his shave I went into the other room and got into my nightie, it too was new, white, trimmed at the edges with green ribbon and very short - at the back just covering the curve of my bottom and at the front just hiding the tiny, matching g-string panties. The material was semi-transparent and when I had finished brushing my hair and took a good look at myself in the large mirror, even I had to admit that I looked terrific. I could see the curving swell of my breasts and the shadow made by their rosy tips and, when I turned quickly and made the material flare up and out from my body, from the back, with the string of the panties buried between my arse-cheeks, it gave the impression that I was totally naked below the waist.

Just then Brian came out of the bath-room - he didn't have to say anything, the expression on his face said it all.

'That's, I mean, you - you look absolutely gorgeous darling! I can't believe how different you look. Even younger somehow - and' he added. 'If it's possible, even more sexy.'

I did a slow turn for him and saw his eyes travel up and down, taking in the view of everything I had to offer and, as I recognised the look of desire on his face, the thought flashed through my head - 'How strange men are! He's just seen me totally naked, watched me showering, fondled and made love to me. Now that I'm partially dressed I'm re-exciting him, in some ways I'm even more desirable.' But of course I wasn't complaining about that!

He put on a pair of light-weight, short pyjamas then we sat and finished our drinks while we looked through the menu, ordered our meal and then actually turned on the TV to see what had been happening to the rest of the world while we had been creating our own. Brian had made us both a second drink and we were still sipping those when there was a knock at the door. He got up, slipped into a bath-robe and looked across at me.

'Pop into the bath-room for a minute darling - no point in giving the motel staff even more to gossip about than they already have.' I understood what he meant and only came out again when I heard the door close again a few minutes later.

Brian and the waiter had set up the table very nicely and the sight and the smells of food made me realise that I was actually quite hungry. I noticed that Brian had ordered a bottle of wine to go with the meal and felt sure that on top of the two drinks I had already had I'd be feeling quite light-headed before the meal was over.

It was a lovely meal, a hot, lightly spiced sort of fish soup, called bouillabaisse and then an enormous plate of mixed seafood - all of which, Brian assured me, would have been caught locally that morning. There was a pile of oysters at one end of the main dish and I turned the plate so that they were in front of him. He looked up, saw my wicked grin and chuckled.

'Let me tell you that with you around, looking the way you do, oysters are one thing I won't need darling.' 


Chapter 10

Taking Charge

The food was delicious and I couldn't believe how much both of us were able to eat of it - crab, lobster, prawns, a couple of things I didn't even recognise and of course, the oysters and we both had to stop from time to time not just to savour the variety of flavours but to 'catch our breath' so to speak, before starting again. In between mouthfuls we chatted, at first about the food and how good it was then, as our initial hunger was satisfied, of a variety of things - but, I noticed, Brian carefully avoided talking about us. That was hard for me, sitting there with him, the memories of the wonderful day's events still fresh, seeing out of the corner of my eye the bed we'd soon be lying in together and yet having him talk about everything except the one thing that was uppermost in my mind - us.

I wanted to tell him how much pleasure he'd given me, remind him of special moments during the day, of how it had felt being with him, touching him, having him touch and make love to me.

So, while trying to keep up my end of the conversation, in my head I was re-living each of the wonderful moments we had enjoyed - and realised I was also totting up the number of times he had given me an orgasm. There had been the first, frantic session just after he'd arrived - I couldn't believe how short a time ago that had been - then, in the clearing where we had first stopped, after the excitement of having him watch me and then being able to handle his cock while he pissed, afterwards we had made love on the blanket and I had climaxed twice more. The next had been during our walk, when my skin-tight shorts had turned him on so strongly and he had fucked me from behind - and just now, the smaller but equally satisfying one he'd just given me in the bath-room. 

That was a total of five and though I knew he'd only actually climaxed twice himself, even for a young man the performance would have been impressive - and, I hoped, the day wasn't over yet!

He must have thought I'd gone mad - he was actually in the middle of talking about something to do with work - when I suddenly burst out with -

'Do you realise I've had five orgasms today! I can't believe that, can you?'

'Pardon?' he said, confused by my sudden unrelated outburst. But when I repeated it and he understood what I was talking about, he grinned, raised his glass to me and replied.

'From the way you said it that sounds as though that's good - and so, as the provider I accept the implied compliment.'

The way he said it made me laugh but after that I said. 'Sorry to interrupt you like that but it's been such a fantastic day, all I can think about is the boat, the river, the scenery and most of all, what we've done together. I've got so many memories of us already, I just want to make to sure that none of them slip from my mind - and I guess I want to know that you've enjoyed making them as much as I have. Sounds silly when I try to put it into words though.'

'It doesn't sound silly to me Sue, it sounds marvellous, marvellous that someone like you could get as much pleasure from being with someone like me as I have from the time we've had together. And.' he added sincerely and affectionately. 'You obviously know from my reactions just how much pleasure you've given me. You've aroused feelings I didn't know I was capable of, even as a - even when I was younger I didn't experience the strength of passion that you've aroused in me today. And, as I've said before, sitting here with you, seeing you looking as beautiful and as desirable as you do, it's more like a fantasy than any fantasy I've ever had.'

That made me feel even better than I had been already and I felt a warm glow colour my face as I smiled across at him.

'It's lovely to hear you say it Brian. I'm glad it's been worth all the heart-ache and the problems that I'm sure you've had in arranging all this for us. Thank you, thank you for everything.'

'Hey, it's me who's trying to say 'thank you' to you.' he said in a brighter voice. 'There isn't a man alive who wouldn't give his right arm to change places with me - and I wouldn't change places with anyone and I mean anyone!'

I reached for his hand squeezed it and as I said, 'Nor would I Brian, nor would I. Now, why don't we clear the table and see if there's anything to watch on TV for a while - give ourselves a chance to digest that lovely meal. '

He grinned and said. 'I thought it was only swimming we weren't supposed to do on a full stomach. But you're probably right - and I think I made a bit of a pig of myself.'

So we stacked the dishes and put them outside the door to be collected, rinsed the smell of fish from our hands then I checked the TV programme and found there happened to be a nice, romantic movie on and we lay on the bed to watch. Although it turned out to be quite good, within half an hour I wasn't that surprised to see that Brian had fallen asleep, in fact, after all the day's activities I was surprised that I wasn't feeling sleepy too but for some reason I wasn't. So I turned the lights and the sound down and then, without disturbing him, settled myself down to enjoy the movie.

When it was over I turned the set off, went to the toilet and did my teeth - and still Brian slept. As I stood beside the bed, looking down at him I suddenly found myself remembering Richard, asleep in the sun in our 'special place' a couple of years earlier - and what I had done to him both then and the many other times during my 'experiments' - and began to wonder if I could do the same for Brian.

He wasn't naked of course but his pyjama shorts were quite baggy and the fly was held closed with just a single button. Crouching on the floor beside him I undid it and opened his shorts, there lay his cock and balls, looking just as harmless and defenceless as Richard's had, the only real difference that I could see was that in Brian's case the surrounding hair was tinged with flecks of grey. I touched him, very lightly, stroking his limply curled cock and then the warm sac beneath using just the tips of my fingers, marvelling at how different he looked like that, compared with my memory of the sight of him when fully aroused.




Sue Ch. 09-12



As I saw that he slept quietly on I grew more confident and risked easing his shorts lower, giving me easier access to his cock, so that I could gradually increase the pressure of my touch, gently squeezing it, moving the folds of skin slowly back and forth and from time to time stroking the soft, pink head. Then after a while I became aware of a faint pulse and, almost imperceptibly at first, felt sure that I could see it responding - after a few more minutes of carefully caressing it I was certain, slowly but surely it was growing, both thicker and longer, my fingers were gradually bringing it to life again. I felt a strange sense of achievement and smiled to myself as I continued to squeeze, stroke and fondle the steadily growing firmness of him - all the time keeping one eye on his face, to see that I didn't actually wake him.

Watching the gradual transformation brought back memories of our love-making that afternoon and in recalling that, I found I could almost feel again the incredible hardness of him pumping vigorously into me while I had hung on to the branch of the tree - and I felt a damp warmth growing and spreading outwards from high up between my legs.

Just as Richard had, as Brian's cock grew steadily bigger he began to move about in his sleep and, from time to time gave out soft murmuring sounds, as though dreaming - and I wondered if by some strange coincidence he might be recalling the same sensations as I was. As, little by little his cock continued to grow and harden it became that much easier for me to handle and I was able to vary the type, strength and speed of my caresses and it wasn't long after that I had a full-blown, quivering erection between my fingers. 

Looking down at it, so thick, stiff and ready simply fuelled my hunger to feel it back up inside me and as I was sure that Brian would neither want us to waste this one nor miss out on whatever new experience we could share I decided that whether he woke or not it was time to escalate the action. I let go of him, quickly stripped off my nightie and pants and very carefully got up on the bed, then, straddling his legs with mine, kneeled above him. Feeling down between my thighs I found that as I had thought, my pussy was already moist and puffy, so, spreading the outer lips with one hand, I took hold of his shaft with the other and, guiding the head between my outer pussy-lips, sank slowly down on to it. The rest of his body lay quite still but he moaned softly and I felt his cock surge as I gradually took all of it into me, thrilling at the feel of it forcing me wide open as it finally buried itself high up inside me.

It gave me a lovely, full feeling and I sat there for several minutes, just enjoying the strangely exciting sensation - looking down at his sleeping face, yet filled with his very much wide-awake cock. From the way his eyes were now rolling around beneath his eye-lids I could tell that he was dreaming and would have loved to have known what about - but even though I was sitting quite still I could feel his cock twitching and jerking every now and then, so I felt sure it had to be about something erotic - and that of course only increased my own sexy feelings. 

As the combination of the feel of his cock and my own imagination stimulated me more and more I cautiously lifted myself, thrilling at the different sensations I felt as I let the hard length of him slowly slip out of me, pausing only when I finally felt the bulge of his cock-head against the inner layers of my pussy-lips. Then, gripping it with them I began to slowly move up and down, just tiny little movements at first, letting my lips graze over the sharp rim and part way up over the head, being very careful not to let it slip too far out of me, down again until it was just inside me, pause, then up again - up and down, up and down, over and over again - it was sensational - and still Brian slept on!

Of course the rhythmic friction of his cock against the most sensitive part of my pussy had a thrilling effect on me and as I felt my need growing even stronger I found it increasingly difficult to control myself and had to positively fight back the urge to simply slam myself down on his gorgeous cock. It was also obvious that although Brian was undoubtedly still asleep he was subconsciously being aroused just as strongly too - his face was grimacing, his body twisting about and his intermittent moans became stronger and more frequent until finally I felt his hips start to push upwards. Those movements were the final straw and I felt them triggering the beginning of my climax and decided that whether he woke or not, I just couldn't wait any longer - and began to drive strongly up and down the full, throbbing length of him.

Just as it began, his eyes flew open and I heard him cry out.

'Sue, Sue darling - don't stop, for God's sake don't stop now!'


Chapter 11

Brian's Dream

I had no intention of stopping! I heard the bed creak protestingly beneath us as I pumped up and down faster and harder. Somewhere deep in the heart of my sex the growing power of Brian's upthrusts had combined with my own frenzied actions to ignite a furnace and right then I couldn't have stopped even if the motel had started to come crashing down around us both.

There was a fleeting, questioning look in his eyes that made it was obvious that Brian was confused by the transition from dream to reality - but as he became fully conscious of what my body was doing to his and he felt the strength of his own quickly rising need he gave me a twisted grin and took a firm grasp of my frantically pounding body. Then I heard myself scream as a shattering climax ripped through me and I mindlessly rode the steel-hard shaft, feeling every nerve and fibre blazing with the agonising pleasure. 

The power of it gradually lessened and though it left me feeling weak, I still somehow managed to keep going, spurred on partly by Brian's still powerful thrusting and partly by my own determination to give him as much pleasure as I had just felt. I could see from the way he gritted his teeth that his own peak was actually quite close and so, slowing down from my previously frantic pace, flexing the muscles that held his cock and summoning up my reserves of energy, I forgot myself and concentrated on now helping him.

Even though my cunt was slippery with the juices that had flowed from my climax I found I was still able to grip the mass of him with it and, guessing how much more stimulation he was getting from that slick tightness, rhythmically forced myself slowly up and down the hot, throbbing length of him. As he felt the intense sensations that my change of pace generated I saw him give himself up to the inevitability of what was to come. His muscles taut and locked, bending his body upwards, forming a rigid arch, supported by his feet and shoulders - and surmounted by his pole-like cock.

As I looked down and saw what my body was doing for his, I again felt amazement and a strangely satisfying sense of achievement. I had been able to transform Brian from a peacefully sleeping man into what he then was, nothing but a cock, a monstrous cock, a cock that was merely served by the contorted body beneath it.

As I slowly and deliberately pushed myself down the hard length of it I forced grunts of pleasure from him and although it's size seemed to be splitting me wide open, I still somehow managed to maintain the tight grip that I knew would be increasing the strength of the sensations he would be feeling.

Even his phenomenal staying power couldn't take too much of that kind of treatment and although in that rigidly locked position his body was unable to thrust up at me I soon felt the other responses that I had been working for and although my body's natural reactions urged me to speed up my downthrusts I resisted and maintained my intentionally slow rhythm. 

He made a sharp hissing sound as he took in a large breath, held it as his straining body tensed even tighter still, then expelled it slowly, in the form of a moaning wail that grew steadily both stronger and louder. At the same time I became aware of the increased mass of his cock and, after a momentary pause felt the distinct pulse as it began to pump his boiling semen up from his tightly filled balls below.

As I felt that I lifted myself higher, until my clamping pussy-lips held just the tip of his bloated cock-head - and paused for a moment - then, timing it perfectly, as the first jet seared up through it, I drove myself down, increasing even more the pressure that blasted that first load of semen high up into my cunt. Then, as he writhed and bucked at the force of his orgasm, I matched my timing to his and continued pumping his cock until I was certain I had finally drained his balls of every drop.

We were both gasping for breath and it was only then that I realised my body was covered with sweat, tickling me as it formed rivulets, some of which ran down over my skin to drip down on to him from the spiky tips of my still heaving breasts. But in time, we began to regain some control of our bodies and when his tired muscles finally relaxed their grip and he pulled me down against himself, we sank together on to the bed and, staying locked wetly together, lay quietly cuddling until we both fell into an exhausted and for my part, dreamless sleep.

Brian woke earlier than I did, when I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was his, looking fondly down at me. During the night I had apparently thrown off the light covers and, as I became fully awake I found that I was lying spread-eagled, most of me open for his obviously keen inspection.

'Good morning darling. You're a very beautiful lady and an absolutely wonderful lover.' Were the first words he said that day, then he bent down a lightly kissed me.

I reached up, pulled him down against myself and kissed him properly, wriggling myself around so that the warmth of his body was close up against mine. I could tell that sexually he was still recuperating from the events of the previous day and more particularly from the massive draining I had given him before we fell asleep but it was nice just lying there in each others' arms, nuzzling and cuddling. But Brian must have thought I expected him to perform again because after a little while he said.

'I'm sorry nothing's happening Sue - you've only yourself to blame though, that final bout of love-making, on top of the others yesterday, seems to have taken all the life out of our friend.'

'Don't be silly, there's nothing to apologise for, it's lovely just being here like this - snuggled up together safe and warm. I neither expect nor want you to make love with me every time I put my arms round you.'

'But that's just about what happened yesterday.' he responded quickly. 'I, we seemed insatiable - and I still can't believe that I was capable of doing all that I did.'

I smiled. 'You were and you did - and it was fantastic. But I don't expect you to repeat the performance every day you know - for one thing I doubt that I could take it that often for very long, I'm already feeling a bit sore. Anyway, after the way you climaxed last night I'm not surprised you don't feel up to it yet.'

'That was astounding darling. How long had you been playing with me, before I woke up I mean?'

'Oh, maybe twenty minutes or so - why?'

'Well the whole thing was quite strange - wonderful but strange.' he added quickly. 'You see, before I woke I had been dreaming.' 

'So I had been right!' I thought to myself as he continued.

'I was dreaming of us, well of you mainly - and what you were doing to me.' he paused, as though suddenly unsure of whether or not to continue.

I urged him on 'Go on, tell me everything, all the details you can remember.'

He gave me a sheepish smile then said. 'It's a bit strong, the dream I mean - but, anyway. Well, you were in this incredibly sexy get up - leather stuff, long high-heeled boots, a really tight fitting corset kind of thing with straps and belts around it. But it was fitted so that it left your breasts, your, your bottom and, er, well, your sex - exposed. More than just exposed, it seemed somehow to exaggerate those parts of you, I could see them in a way that it just wouldn't be possible to in real life. And I certainly wouldn't be able to see them from the angle I was at.'

'How do you mean, the angle?'

'Well, you had me strung up - literally I mean, not figuratively, although that was true too now I come to think of it. I was hanging just above you!'

'Hanging?'

'Yes - horizontally, facing downward. You'd got me all bound up with straps and things and I was hanging from something - I wasn't really aware of where we were. I was naked and you were watching me, my cock that is, as I began to get aroused from just the sight of you like that. Then you reached up and started to touch me, concentrating on my cock and balls. You were wearing a sort of mitten, made of very soft leather and I remember how excited I got from the contrasting feel of the leather and your un-gloved fingers.

It seemed to take ages, you were tantalising me, not letting me get too excited too quickly - but eventually the combination of the way I was hanging and what you were doing to me got me, my cock that is, fully aroused - and it felt truly enormous! I couldn't see it from that angle of course but I could certainly feel it, poking down beneath me - and I could see the glitter in your eyes as you examined it, you had a strange smile on your face - sort of smug satisfaction. Anyway then things changed, you know how dreams suddenly switch about, well then I was on the floor, on my back, but still strapped up so that I couldn't move. You were hanging just above me. But the way you were hanging!'

He paused for a moment and from the look in his eye I could tell he was recalling that particularly erotic part of the dream, then he pulled himself back to reality and hesitatingly continued.

'You were strapped up too but somehow still had control of yourself. You were in a sort of squatting position, your legs apart and drawn up out of the way - so, as I looked directly up at you, all I seemed to be able to see was your, er, your - '

'Pussy?' I prompted.

'Yes, your pussy. It was open, very red, I could see that it was already wet - and you were lowering it down on to my cock, which was sticking straight up at it. Somehow you were able to raise and lower yourself on the straps that held you up - and, once you had me inside you, that's just what you did. But it was all to please you, not me and the pace you were going at was maddeningly slow. But in a way that just made it all the more incredibly exciting, you were going so slowly that it felt as though it would go on forever and I'd never quite be able to reach a climax - tormented rapture if you know what I mean?'

I nodded and recalled what had been going through my head while I had been watching Brian dreaming the previous evening - wondering if he was dreaming about me in my skin-tight shorts and our riverside fuck that afternoon. Exciting though that had been it paled by comparison with what he had actually been experiencing - and I tried to imagine just what it would feel like if it were possible to be in the scenario his mind had created! But I pulled myself together and listened to him as he finished his story.

'Then, in my dream I saw that you were starting to climax and I felt sure that when you had finished you would simply leave me there, unsatisfied - 'strung up' if you like - and, and that's when I cried out for you not to stop - and woke myself up - to find you above me. I was totally confused, didn't know whether I had slipped from one dream to another, whether the previous one was reality and this the dream, or what. You probably realised that.' Again I just smiled and nodded. 'It took me a few moments to realise that the previous experience had been the dream and that what you were doing to me, was reality. As I've said before, with you the reality turns out to be even better than the dream or the fantasy.'

He gave me an enormous hug, nearly squeezing all the breath from my body - and continued. 'Then you seemed to do exactly what I'd wanted you to do in the dream, gave yourself that massive climax - and somehow after that still managed to keep going, for me. That was absolutely sensational darling, the way you changed what you were doing like that. You got so incredibly tight and the pace was almost identical to the one in my dream - but as I knew you wouldn't stop I was able to just sort of mentally 'lie back and enjoy it', as they say. God only knows how you did it or where all the stuff came from, I'd have thought I was exhausted - both ways, from the times we'd made love during the day - but it actually felt as though I was shooting off more of it than I had during all the other times put together - and it came with so much power too! Honestly, I just couldn't believe it was happening to me.'

'It was, it did and it was terrific for me too remember. Getting you aroused while you were still sleeping made me feel incredibly sexy. All the time I was doing it I was thinking of the things we had done together during the day, and that and the sight of your cock slowly getting bigger and bigger got me really randy. When I started I hadn't intended doing anything more than just touch you, more out of curiosity than anything else, but I got myself so worked up that when I saw it like that, so strong and proud, I couldn't help myself - I just had to help myself!' I added with a giggle. 'I was sure you were dreaming about something sexy but I never could have imagined anything as amazing as your actual dream. It would be nice if we could really do it like that wouldn't it.' I added, watching his face carefully for his reaction.

'From a purely engineering aspect it wouldn't be difficult - but I don't know where on earth we'd find a place where we'd be able to set up the pulleys and stuff that we'd need.' he answered with a thoughtful smile. 'But I'm afraid that exciting though all that is, right now more practical matters call, specifically, the bath-room. While I'm in there you might like to think about what you'd like for breakfast and where you'd like to go for the day.'


Chapter 12

On The Beach

The next hour was spent in attending to the 'practical matters', as Brian had called them - and to eating, finding that in spite of the large meal we'd had the previous evening, we were both quite ravenous. Over breakfast we talked about what we would do for the day - I fancied being by the sea and perhaps, getting a bit of a tan and Brian seemed quite happy with that, suggesting an area a little further down the coast.

'It's normally a very quiet spot, it's not really safe to swim there and because of the currents the fishing's no good either, so not many people bother with it and we'll probably have the place pretty much to ourselves. There's a long stretch of beach for walking and a mass of dunes behind that, so, if you want to get an all-over tan you'll be hidden from anyone who might happen to come by on the beach.'

'I don't think I'll have much chance of getting an all-over tan lover.' I said, then hearing him chuckle as I added with a smile. 'I bet that within minutes of getting my gear off I'd have you all over me instead. But the place sounds just perfect - shall we get something to take with us for lunch?'

'If you'd like that, we can stop off at a shop on the way, there's one I know that usually has a good selection of things.'

So, after we'd eaten, dressed and tidied up, that's just what we did and in another hour we were heading down a small, gravel track towards the beach.

It really was a perfect spot - after we'd parked the car beneath some trees we carried our stuff for about a hundred yards through a maze of very high sand-dunes and came out on to a beach that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction. The sea was pretty rough and the pounding waves created a background of sound where otherwise I'm sure there would have been a deserted silence. The dunes were capped by coarse grass and stunted bushes that provided the only shade but we explored around a bit until, a little way back from the beach and set quite high up, we found a partially shaded, shallow depression set between several more heavily vegetated dunes.




Sue Ch. 09-12



Having spread our towels on the sand that covered the floor of it we put the bags in the shade beneath the bushes and I was busy getting something out of one of them when I felt Brian's arms slip around me and he pulled me backwards against himself.

'I don't seem to have had a kiss for ages.' he said as his hands cupped my breasts and his lips nuzzled the side of my neck.

'Well they're certainly not rationed.' I answered, enjoying the feel of what his hands were doing to me as they began to roam over my breasts, stomach and thighs and his body pressing close up against me. Then he turned me and as we kissed properly I was able to let my hands explore his back and bottom and I felt the unmistakable early swelling of him against my leg. Although he held me in a virtual bear-hug, by turning myself a bit I was able to get one hand down between us and with it feel through his shorts, the increasing bulge of his slowly rising cock as in turn, his thrilled me by fondling and squeezing my bottom.

When we came up for air I broke away from his embrace and as I stared at his crotch, laughingly said. 'You seem to have already recovered from last night lover!'

He looked down at himself then back up at me, a wide grin on his face. 'It would appear so wouldn't it. Still, I think we'll give it a bit more time yet before we test it, don't you?'

'That's fine by me - so long as we don't forget to do so.' I answered with a laugh.

'I don't think there's too much chance of that!' he said, then taking my hand, asked. 'Do you feel like a bit of a walk along the beach, before the sun gets too hot?'

'Mmm, nice idea, just let me get these things off. Not everything, just the top and shorts.' I added hastily.

'Pity!' he said as he watched me strip down to the bikini I had on underneath. 'Still I guess that gives me something to look forward to, later.' He followed suit, stripping down to just a pair of swimming briefs and though it had begun to subside, the sight of the ridge made by his still partially swollen cock made it seem a pity that we had to wait to 'test it'.

As we came out of the dunes and on to the beach again I looked up and down it, as far as I could see there wasn't another person in either direction, the distance was hazed by the spray from the crashing rollers and the effect was to make me feel as though we were the only people on earth. I gripped his hand tightly as we stumbled across the soft, dry sand and then strode out more briskly when we reached the harder packed surface at the edge of the surf. The sea breeze and the spray it blew from the breakers kept us cool and as we walked along together, I couldn't imagine anything that I'd enjoy more than the simple pleasure of being there with him.

We passed the usual assortment of things washed in by the sea but after we had been going for some time we came across an area that was covered with shells and when we stopped to look we were amazed by the variety of sizes, shapes and colours of them. I love shells and had to collect some as mementoes, so Brian left me to it while he went to look amongst the assorted debris for something to carry them in. A little while later, when I had already gathered quite a few, he came back with a small, plastic bucket, a long gash in the bottom showed why it had been discarded but it was ideal for our needs and we spent quite a while ferreting out the shells we each liked best then, when the bucket was nearly full, rinsing the sand off them by dunking it in the sea.

But even while I was engrossed in finding shells I was conscious that Brian was constantly watching me, sensing his gaze and, whenever I looked up I'd find him staring at me - and so, in a way I wasn't completely taken by surprise when, as we eventually started the walk back he said.

'You could safely get some of that all-over tan you were talking about, there's not another soul on the beach'

As he spoke I saw that his eyes had an almost pleading look in them. Understanding what he meant, I asked him, 'Would you like me to do that, walk naked I mean?'

'Yes, yes I would Sue - do you mind that?'

I grinned. 'Of course I don't mind - I've told you, I love knowing what makes you happy - and as you say, we haven't seen a sign of anyone else on the beach and even if we had, I doubt it would worry me too much, unless they had a telescope they wouldn't see much before we spotted them would they.'

It only took a couple of seconds to get the bikini off and then I stood there for him to look at and as I saw his eyes wash over me and felt the cool breeze blowing over my naked breasts and between my thighs, I felt something similar to the erotic sensations I'd got from skinny-dipping in the river the previous day.

'You're beautiful, quite beautiful Sue!' he said quietly.

'Now you.' I answered.

'Me?'

'Yes, you too. I like looking at you just as much as you like looking at me you know.'

He looked a bit embarrassed at first but said nothing as he put the bucket down and then stripped off the swim briefs. I had been quite truthful in what I said, I did like looking at him, especially his cock and balls - was fascinated by them and the feelings I got from looking at them, imagining the transformation his cock was capable of and what it could then do to me. His showed signs of what had actually been going on in his head while we collected shells, obviously his constant staring at me had triggered thoughts of sex, either sex that we had already experienced or that we soon might. I was reminded of the sight of him the previous morning, in the clearing by the river, walking back towards me with the blanket in his hand, then too his cock had been fatter and longer than its unaroused size, nowhere near erect, just showing definite signs of interest. I liked it like that, full of promise of excitement yet to come, for both of us!

We stood a few paces apart, just looking at each other and as we did I saw his cock swelling little by little and occasionally twitching as it grew - and felt not only my stiffening nipples but also the slowly growing warmth that spread out from deep between my thighs. 

I touched myself, letting my fingers run lightly over my sensitive breasts and then down across my stomach, enjoying the sensations that my touch sparked - and indicated for Brian to do the same to himself. There was no hesitation this time and as he used one hand to cup and lift his balls he lightly held and then began to stroke the growing length of his cock with the other. I found that the sight of him doing that to himself was incredibly exciting and much to my own surprise I realised that without knowing it, watching a man excite himself was something I had secretly longed for.

By the time his hand had brought his cock to a full, throbbing erection my fingers were deep up inside my pussy and brushing the hard ridge of my clitoris as they slid wetly in and out of it. Through pleasure-glazed eyes I saw that although he continued to stroke himself for me, he was more intent on watching what I was doing to myself than what he was feeling and though the thought of seeing him bring himself to a climax that way was exciting too, I got to the point where all that really mattered was reaching my own. And I did that all too quickly - almost as soon as I felt the first, distinct surge, it grew into that familiar, rolling wave that triggered shivering shudders of delight as it swept through me and left me trembling and weak-kneed as it then all too quickly passed.

When Brian saw that I was finished he stopped what he had been doing to himself, took me in his arms and, as he was standing slightly below me on the shelving beach, his rigid cock slipped straight between my legs, so as we passionately clung to each other I was able to press it up against the wetness of myself by squeezing it tightly between my thighs. The feel of the hard length of him like that was fantastic and as our kiss continued on I found I could spark fresh, tingling sensations by rubbing myself back and forth along it and was then even more excited by the feel of it jerking strongly in response to those movements.

Perhaps it was unfair of me, having got him as aroused as he obviously was, to then break off, not let things continue to the inevitable surf-side fuck. But for one thing I wanted to see him like that, fully aroused in broad daylight - for another, we hadn't brought a towel with us and the thought of getting sand in my pussy was really something of a turn-off! So, unfair or not, I broke from his hot hold and eased myself away from him.

'Let's wait until we get back lover - right now I just want the chance to see you while it's like that, so big and powerful.' adding. 'Do you mind waiting a little while?'

He was a bit breathless and his eyes were dark with need but he took a deep breath and then managed to answer, almost calmly. 'Of course not darling.' Then he looked briefly down and saw how strongly his cock reared out from himself, its head a bulbous, dark red and glistening with traces of a mixture of both his and my juices. 'Not that it's exactly a pretty sight.' he added as he looked back up into my eyes.

'Pretty isn't the word - I think it's magnificent! I'd love to have a picture of it, just like that - so that when you're not around I could remind myself just how gorgeous it is and why it makes me so excited.'

As I said that I realised it was the first time either of us had made any mention of the fact that this idyll was only that, just two short days together, after which we both had to return to the pattern of our previous weeks, snatching a stolen hour or two as and when we could. I was determined not to spoil the time remaining to us by even thinking any more about that prospect - and from Brian's response it was clear that he had completely missed the allusion.

'Even if we took one I think we might have trouble getting it developed.' he replied with a grin, then, picking up the bucket, putting our discarded things on top of the shells and taking my hand, we started back along the beach - my eyes glancing sideways from time to time, watching his cock swaying and bouncing as we walked.

It didn't stay fully erect for very long of course but even as it began to slowly reduce, first in stiffness and later in actual size, I still found that the combination of walking together in such an uninhibited way coupled with being able to see it like that, kept me in a state of constant, if low level arousal - and from the way his cock stayed as big for as long as it did, I felt sure he was experiencing very similar feelings too.

When we reached the section of dunes where we had left our things we turned in from the sea and made our way up through the soft sand and were both panting from the exertion of the climb by the time we got to them. But as we approached, even the relatively heavy sound of our breathing didn't hide another faint noise, a distinct moaning sound that I first assumed to be the wind blowing through the surrounding scrub but then, as we listened more carefully we both recognised as coming from a human being, a woman.

We turned and looked at each other with puzzled expressions, Brian's shrug of his shoulders clearly indicating that he had no more idea of what it was than I. Cocking my head I tried to locate which side of us the continuing sound was coming from and although the surrounding dunes made it difficult to be sure, I felt it must be coming from beyond the side furthest from the sea. At one point that dune rose sharply then levelled out, leaving a sort of narrow shelf between the edge and where the thick scrub started, I pointed up to it, and with him pushing me from behind we managed to quietly scramble up the steep slope. When I reached the shelf I cautiously peered through the bushes - the dune fell away beneath me in an even steeper slope and as I felt Brian join me on the shelf I saw, there on the sand about twenty feet below us, a young couple, making love!

She was lying on an enormous beach towel, her legs bent and spread wide apart, he was kneeling between them and what he was doing to her with his mouth and tongue was the cause of her moaning sounds. She was what I guess you would call a 'classic blonde', very slim, and though her breasts of course lay flat against her chest, I could see that they were much bigger than my own. The guy on the other hand was darkly tanned, had almost black, curly hair and was very muscular. From the angle I was seeing them I couldn't quite see his cock but if his build was anything to go by I guessed it would be stubby - but making up in thickness what it might lack in length. 

I crouched down on my hands and knees to watch and even as I began to imagine the thrills that the girl was getting, felt Brian's hand begin to slowly move over the curve of my bottom and down the backs of my thighs - the sight of them, coupled with his gentle touch sharply increasing the level of arousal that I had been continuing to feel during our walk back along the beach.

It soon became clear that the man must have been stimulating the girl for some time because soon after Brian began to caress me, we both saw and heard the sudden change in her response to him - she arched her hips, lifting herself high off the towel, almost shoving her pussy into his face and, as he apparently increased the strength of his licking, with a loud shriek of intense pleasure, she started to come. She lifted herself so high off the ground that he had to straighten himself up a bit and as he did that I found that I could then see most of his cock - it was hard and sticking straight out at her and it looked much as I had imagined it would, not very long. But very, very thick. 

The sight of it added fuel to the fire that was burning fiercely inside me and, without taking my eyes off what was happening below, I reached around until I found Brian's cock - letting out a small gasp as I found it too was fully erect, watching the couple beneath us had apparently been as exciting for him as it was for me! Just then I saw the guy lowering the blonde back down on to the towel and, lifting himself above her, he guided the inflamed head of his cock towards her waiting pussy.

'Do it to me now Brian.' I whispered urgently as I lightly squeezed the hard length of him. 

He didn't need telling twice!

The sandy shelf was just wide enough for him to get behind me and even as I spread my legs and lifted my arse higher for him, I felt the smooth hotness of his cock-head nudging at my wet, pouting pussy-lips. Then, at exactly the same moment as I saw the man beneath me slide deep into his girl, I heard Brian let out a sigh of pleasure and felt him filling my lusting cunt.

His fingers dug deep into my hips as he held me steady and began fucking me with long, strong strokes, driving himself high up into me - and I felt sure that with each one his cock got both thicker and harder. Whether by accident or design, the timing of Brian's strokes matched those of the guy below and I couldn't believe just how excited I got at having Brian doing it to me while I watched the steady rise and fall of the other's arse rhythmically thrusting his cock into the girl.

Then, all too soon I heard his louder grunts mingling with the girl's gasping sounds of pleasure - as the couple approached their climax their movements speeded up and, seeing that, Brian's got faster too, staying in time with them and almost immediately sparking the start of my own. Neither I nor the couple below had Brian's staying power and as they came with cries loud enough to block out my own muffled sobs and I shoved my shuddering body hard back against him, I felt Brian's powerful thrusting continuing.

What happened next was undoubtedly my fault but then I don't think anybody has complete control of themselves at the moment of climax, I certainly don't. I was arching myself up and back, trying to get his still pounding cock even further up inside me, forgetting just how narrow the shelf we were on was and in doing that must have pushed myself back just enough to make him lose his precarious footing on the sandy slope. As he felt himself start to slip he naturally gripped me tighter but, instead of grabbing the bushes in front of me I half turned and tried to hang on to him. The result was we both went, his cock still jammed deep inside me as we slid and then rolled back down together, ending up in a tangle of arms and legs on our towels below. After the initial shock I began to giggle and, as Brian caught his breath and disengaged himself from me, he too began to laugh.

Of course we were both covered in sand and I just hoped that having his cock plugged in me had kept it from getting up inside my pussy, I was trying unsuccessfully to brush it off myself when Brian suggested an alternative.

'We'll never get the sand off this way, I think we'll have to wash it off in the sea. Come on, just a quick dip will do it' So we grabbed towels and having taken a quick look up and down the beach to make sure it was still deserted, ran for the surf just as we were, naked.

The shock as we hit the cold water passed as we jumped and splashed about together in the relatively heavy surf and the feel of the breaking waves soon had me not only washed free of sand but also tingling all over. Neither of us was prepared to venture out past the breakers for a proper swim but enjoyed every minute as we dived under the big swells, laughed and spluttered as the smaller waves broke over us, wrestling in the shallows and generally acting like a pair of overgrown kids.

Eventually I felt the cold water begin to chill me and as I could see that Brian was also starting to shiver, took his hand and together we ran for where we had dropped our towels. As we briskly dried ourselves I noticed what had happened to his cock, it had shrunk right down to become a tiny, boy-sized one. I was fascinated by the change and couldn't keep my eyes off it. 'A wonderfully strange piece of anatomy.' I thought. 'Capable of such incredible changes - at just a thought or the lightest of touches, able to turn itself from this, diminutive piece of wrinkled, pinkish flesh into a massive, pulsating pleasure-pole'. I couldn't resist it, as Brian dried his hair, I knelt in front of him and, slipping my fingers up beneath the tightly shrunk sac, took both it and the tiny cock above it into my mouth and gently sucked, tasting the sea-salt in the moisture that still clung to them. 

He shifted his feet, spreading his legs further apart and, reaching down with one hand, fondly ruffled my damp hair as he pushed his hips slightly forward for me. The warmth of my mouth gradually brought it back to life and after only a minute or two I felt his cock stir and begin to fill as it slowly returned to its normal, relaxed size. But remembering that my too violent response to what he'd been doing to me had brought our fucking to an abrupt end before he'd had a chance to come too, I wasn't going to stop there - and as Brian realised that I felt his body tensing, his hand take a tighter hold of my head and his cock begin to swell and stiffen again.

We made love right there, beside the crashing surf, he lay me on the damp towels and slowly and very thoroughly brought me to two more beautiful orgasms before he finally pumped me full of his hot, sticky semen. After we had kissed and cuddled for a while we took another, quicker dip, dried off again and headed back up for something to eat. While I got out the lunch things Brian scrambled back up the dune we had earlier rolled down together but apparently the other couple had left while we had been in the sea, so we found some shade, ate and later dozed happily in each other's arms.

TO BE CONTINUED



Sue Ch. 13-16



Chapter 13

Sharing Memories

Later still, as we drove back to the motel I racked my brains for a way to avoid what I thought might be a depressing evening, worrying that the thought of our having to go our separate ways in the morning could end up ruining the few hours we had left together. Brian had been quiet too and must have been wrestling with the same problem as, just as we were about to turn into the motel he said.

'About this evening. I thought we might have dinner in our room again, if you don't mind, so we can just be together and talk - I'd like to share some of my earlier experiences with you. And perhaps you'd share some of yours with me. But only if that appeals to you of course.'

It was a brilliant idea. Talking would help to keep our mind off the morning, sharing was just what I wanted to do with him and re-living other times would hopefully get both of us feeling sexy!

'That appeals Brian - all of it.' I answered quickly.

His hand reached over and he squeezed my thigh. 'Good, one way or another we'll make it an evening to remember.' was all he said but I felt sure I knew exactly what thoughts were going on behind his words.

We shared the shower that evening and even though the recess was small and gave us little room to move, we managed a lot of intimate fondling as we helped each other to wash away the sand and salt our bodies had accumulated during the day. I put on the same little nightie I had worn the previous evening and so, after we had enjoyed a drink and ordered our meals, again disappeared into the bath-room when dinner was delivered.

We had talked and had a giggle about the day's events of course and were almost half-way through the beautifully grilled fish and side salads we had ordered as our main course when Brian said. 'That's only the second couple I've actually seen making love you know.'

'When was the other time?' I asked, thinking to myself, 'Ah, the evening's entertainment begins!'

'When I was just a bit over eighteen. I have a sister, a couple of years older than me, I saw her and her fiancée at it - I've never told that to anyone else.' he added.

'Tell me about it Brian.'

He remained quietly thoughtful for a few moments, then began. 'My parents had an old, two-storey, Victorian style house, large garden, big rooms with high ceilings and lots of moulded plaster- work, cornices and around the light fitting in the centre of each room too. You don't see many of those places left now they've all been pulled down to build apartment blocks. Well, as a little fellow I'd naturally enough explored the house from basement to attic and amongst other things, had found that there were spaces between the plaster that was around the lights, and that if I lifted some of the old, loose floor boards in the attic, I could see down into the upstairs corridor and also into some of the rooms, the larger bed-rooms.

I remember how excited I got when I first discovered I could see people without them knowing I was there, I felt sure it was wrong, almost dangerous and doing it made me feel incredibly wicked. There were a few times when I managed to catch a sight of my sister in her undies, when she was dressing but other than that it was mostly Mum making beds, dusting, the usual kind of things - but for a few weeks I'd disappear up to my secret world and watch whatever there was to see.

I got bored with it soon enough and for years I forgot all about it. Then, when I had just turned eighteen - and remember that at that age we were very different to your generation, getting a kiss from a girl was probably a bigger event than going to bed with one is for a guy today - anyway, at about that time my sister, who was then twenty, got engaged. He was a nice enough bloke, Mum and Dad both liked him and he made an effort to get on with me too - but I suppose seeing him with her, made me begin to think about my sister as a woman, rather than as just my sister. She had always seemed to me to be a bit of a prude, even for those days and the thought of her making love with this bloke, or anyone at all come to that, seemed odd.

Anyway, to get to the point, one Saturday, my parents had gone visiting someone, Alice, my sister and her fiancée, Charlie had gone down to the church to arrange the wedding details and when they came back obviously thought I had gone out too, that they had the house to themselves. In fact I had been lying in my room reading, heard them come in downstairs and for some, odd reason, kept quiet when Alice called out to see if I was in. I could hear the muffled sounds of them talking to each other but not what they were saying, then silence, then Alice making half-hearted protests and Charlie's deeper voice. Then I heard them coming upstairs. My bed-room door was ajar and I got off my bed and went and stood behind it so that when Alice looked into my room she wouldn't see me.

'I told you there was nobody home love.' Charlie said to her. 'Come on, we probably won't get another chance until after the wedding now and I want you so much love.'

I felt myself break out in a sweat, they were going to do it! And for some strange reason I suddenly remembered my spy-holes, upstairs in the attic, if I could get up there without making a sound, I could watch. Alice didn't say anything but as she took him into her bed-room and closed the door behind them I suppose she didn't really have to.

You can guess how nervous I was, even though I crept about in just my stockinged feet I felt sure every floor-board was going to creak, that I'd knock something over or that I'd make some kind of noise that would alert them - but I didn't, even when I lifted the floor-boards they came up without a sound and soon I was lying flat on my stomach peering down into Alice's room.

It hadn't taken me long to get to that position but they hadn't wasted any time either and as I looked down I could see them standing almost directly below me, kissing. Charlie had already got one of his hands inside Alice's blouse and was fondling her breast while the other was doing the same to her bottom. Alice seemed to like what he was doing but didn't do much to help him, letting him struggle with her bra strap, the rest of the buttons on her blouse and then get them off her. He moved back a bit and looked at her and told her what lovely breasts she had, which gave me a chance to see them properly too of course - and, as I'd never seen completely naked breasts, other than in pictures in the odd girlie magazine that got passed around amongst the blokes at school, I thought they looked pretty good too - and felt myself beginning to get stiff.

He fondled and kissed them and when her nipples got darker and stiffer he began to suck them - I tried to imagine what it would feel like to do that and felt my cock getting uncomfortably hard. He did that for quite a while, Alice just standing there, sighing a bit and letting her fingers play with the hair on the back of his head but, other than that, still not actually doing anything. It was only when he started to fumble with her skirt that she came to life, to stop him.

'I'll do that Charlie, you get yourself ready.' she said, turning away from him - and me - and moving out of my line of sight. Charlie did as he was told, stripped off quickly, just dropping his clothes on the floor and, as he moved across to her I could see from the size of his cock that he was already 'ready' for her.

At that moment she must have turned and seen him and I heard her say, sharply. 'Don't forget one of those things.' she obviously meant a condom and Charlie had to go back to where he'd dumped his clothes and rummage around to find one and put it on. While he was doing that Alice came back into my view again and as she pulled back the covers and got into her bed I saw that she too was stripped naked.

Looking back I realise that it was pretty uninteresting session - he got between her legs and there was a fair bit of panting and grunting as they got on with it. All I could really see was his bottom moving up and down and after just a minute or two it began to get faster and faster and the noises he was making got a bit more urgent. 

But although I had to imagine most of what was going on, actually seeing it happening right there below me was just too much - my cock got into such a state that I had to relieve it, to do it to myself. Without taking my eyes from the action below I rolled on to one side, undid my fly and, with difficulty managed to get it out. I was a bit like Charlie, having got to that point I had to do it as quickly as possible and that feeling, plus the excitement of seeing and hearing the increasingly urgent action below me brought on my climax at about the same time as Charlie's - which was lucky since I'm sure I wasn't able to completely stifle the grunts I made as I saw the stuff shoot across the floor-boards.

So, that was the other couple I saw making love.'

'I can imagine how you must have felt Brian - as you were talking I could almost picture myself there with you, watching you, as you were watching them. Did you ever see them together like that again?'

'Yes, once, after the wedding. They had the reception at home and that evening, when they went up to change out of their wedding clothes, before they left on their honeymoon, I slipped away and went up to spy on them again. I don't really know why, maybe I just wanted to get myself off and knew that just watching them undress would get me excited enough. Anyway they took the opportunity to have what I guess you'd call a 'quickie' - not that Alice seemed very keen on it but as he was then her husband I imagine she thought she had to do the right thing for Charlie. It was as unimaginative as the other time, just straight sex, no extras - but it was enough for me, I climaxed again and as I straightened myself up afterwards I noticed that the stuff had landed almost precisely on the stain on the floor I'd made with the previous lot.'

'Deadeye Dick!' I said and we both laughed at the silly pun. 

'So, things being so different then, did you have to wait until you were married, or at least engaged, before you could made love to a girl?' I asked.

'Most people probably did - but there were plenty who didn't of course, human nature hasn't changed much, just the social attitudes to things like that. There were plenty of 'shotgun' weddings in those days - if you got a girl pregnant you got married, simple as that really. And of course divorce wasn't as easy or as acceptable as it is today, so people tended to stay married, even if their lives were miserable. There were abortions, done by back-yarders, some of them doctors but most of them not and plenty of women died or at least got damaged so badly that they couldn't have children after it. Society was much more moralistic - stupidly so I think.'

'But you, did you make love to a girl before you were married?'

He paused a while before he answered. 'Yes, yes I did actually, with two - no three - two girls and a woman, plus the girl I eventually married.' he went quiet again but I egged him on.

'Tell me, if you don't mind talking about it that is - and remember that this was your idea - tell me about the others, the two girls - and especially the woman.'



Chapter 14

Loss Of Virginity

'The first was a girl at the wedding, one of my sister's bridesmaids, Mary. She was a couple of years older than me and I'd seen her looking at me a few times during the day, but she was a red-head and I'd never really fancied them much, so if it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to have taken a fancy to me I'd not have taken much notice of her. But later, after the episode up in the attic, everyone was outside, seeing Alice and Charlie off, there was lots of fooling around, tying messages and tin cans on the car, throwing confetti, all the usual stuff. I couldn't be bothered with all that so I'd stayed inside, I was pinching myself a drink actually, my parents only allowed me to have a couple of beers during the reception - thought I was still too young to drink spirits, so I'd taken the chance to pour myself a big rum and coke. I was just about to take a drink when Mary came into the room and from the expression on her face when she saw me it was obvious that she'd been looking for me.

She looked at the drink, asked me what it was and when I told her, said that she'd like one too, so I poured one and then she suggested we go and sit out on the back veranda so we could enjoy them without having everyone else bothering us. Mum had one of those swing seats out there and that's where we sat, just sipping, hardly saying a word at first. But after a while she started to talk about the wedding, what a nice day it had been, how lovely Alice had looked and I suppose she half expected me to say how beautiful the bridesmaids were too - but I didn't, it just didn't occur to me, so she had to continue to make the conversation. After a couple of remarks about some of the weird friends and relations she said something about Alice and Charlie's 'big night' and that she hoped everything worked out for them and although I can't remember exactly what I said it must have been something that implied it should be all right since it wouldn't be their first time together.

She instantly picked up on that, sat up, leaned closer and asked me how I knew and though I tried waffling around she was insistent and kept badgering me. I could feel that the rum was starting to have an affect on me, I was getting tongue tied and that plus her pestering questions got too much and I finally admitted I had seen them doing it together. Then of course she wanted to know how, when and where and I had to tell her that too.

When I told her, her face broke into what I can only describe as a smile of pure triumph.

'I knew it!' she said. 'I knew it was something like that.' She saw my puzzled expression and laughed. 'I saw you creeping away earlier, wondered what you were up to and followed you until I saw you go up those funny back-stairs, they go up to the attic do they?' I just nodded dumbly. 'I hung around until you came down again, you tossed yourself off while you watched them didn't you.' she whispered, leaning even closer. I'd never heard a girl use those words and felt myself blush furiously as again I just nodded. 'I could tell you had, you had that funny look blokes get after they've done it. But although I felt sure of it I couldn't understand why you'd gone up there, I thought maybe you had some dirty magazines stashed away, now it all makes sense. How much could you see, tell me all about it, what they did, everything.'

I told her and although there wasn't really that much to tell I could see by the look of growing excitement in her eyes that she was getting herself turned-on by imagining the bits I hadn't seen. So much so that when I had finished she grabbed me by the hand and said. 'I want to see for myself, take me up there, please.' I said that now they had left there'd be nothing to see, I doubted that the bed-room light was on and that in the dark she wouldn't see a thing - but she insisted - so, gulping down the last of my drink and being careful not to be seen by the guests who were now back inside partying, I took her up into the attic.

Even though I thought Alice's room would be dark and deserted now I told her to take off her shoes and move carefully so that we wouldn't be heard by anyone in any of the other upstairs rooms and left the loft door open just enough to let in a bit of light so we could pick our way between the junk that Dad had stored up there. I felt her grab my hand and squeeze it as we stood still for a few moments, letting our eyes get used to the darkness, then I led her across to where the loosened floor boards above Alice's room were. She knelt down beside me as I carefully lifted them out and put them on one side and as I was doing that I suddenly found that the mere closeness of her and the smell her perfume was starting to affect me.

As I lifted the floor-boards out I saw that the light had been left on in the bed-room, so we could see down into it and, as Mary leaned lower to peer down, the front of her dress gaped open and I found that even in the dim light I could see straight down it and see the rounded curves of her breasts - and I felt myself getting even more excited.

Although we couldn't see it from where we were the bed-room door must have been left a bit open because just then we heard voices, low and indistinct at first and then, as the door was opened wide and someone came in, we quite clearly heard a man's voice saying.

'See, nobody's here, I told you it'd be safe in her room, come on.'

Then a woman's voice, whispering indistinctly, the door being shut and the light went off!

I'd recognised the man's voice, it was Bert, one of my uncles, who was generally regarded by the family as a bit of a black sheep, being still unmarried didn't help his reputation - and meant that whomever was with him was quite likely to be someone else's wife. Mary was still trying to see down into the blackness below us but when she realised that was impossible, sat up, reached out, squeezed my hand again, harder this time and leaned close to me to quietly whisper.

'Who's with him?'

'Sssh! No idea yet.' I whispered back. 'Let's just listen.'

At first there wasn't much to listen to, I guessed they were just kissing but after a few minutes we heard the woman sigh and a bit later Bert's voice. 'Help me get these things off Shirley, I can't see what I'm doing.'

Shirley! Shirley was my aunt, the wife of my other uncle and if I hadn't heard it for myself I would never have believed it. She was the most straight-laced member of the entire family, church every week, never allowed anyone to smoke or drink in her house, what my father called a real 'pain in the neck'. Yet there she was, obviously about to let Bert fuck her - and from the way he had spoken to her, it sounded as though it wasn't for the first time!

Then there was the sound of them getting undressed, very quickly, then a lot of mumbling, snuffling and more sighing, followed a bit later by grunts and finally his groans and Shirley's sharp little, satisfied cries.

But while that was going on Mary and I were only half listening. Once it was clear that they were actually going to do it, not just have a quick kiss and a cuddle, she turned to face me and even the dim light I could see that her face was flushed with excitement. 'Kiss me Brian, touch me.'

As we were still kneeling on the floor it wasn't easy but I managed. By that stage the total situation had given me a full erection and the quick view I'd had of her breasts had got my hands itching to feel them and as my lips found hers I held one of them, fondling it as best I could in that position. She put one arm around and held me and, to my amazement, immediately started feeling for my cock with the other. She couldn't do much more than give it a bit of a squeeze of course but as I'd never had a girl even touch me before that was pretty heavy stuff!

Her bridesmaid's dress was made of some kind of stiff material, taffeta I guess and I wasn't able to get a proper feel of her breast through it so when she started groping me I felt it would be O.K. to try to undo it and started fumbling around at the back for the buttons. But as it was soon obvious that I wasn't being very successful she pushed me away, reached around behind herself and, in a couple of seconds, was naked to the waist, both dress and bra falling down between us. I used both hands, cupping and fondling the smooth, rounded weight of them - not believing either my luck or how good they felt. Then I felt the nipples getting stiffer and after looking up to see her reaction, bent forward and began to suck on them the way I'd seen Charlie suck Alice's. I was very nervous and tentative at first but then, as it became obvious she didn't object to what I was doing, I got more confident and I heard her begin to sigh just the way Shirley had done below us.




Sue Ch. 13-16



I guess I'd have been happy just doing that, fondling and sucking her breasts, feeling her squeezing my cock - it was more than I had ever done with a girl before and I really couldn't imagine Mary letting me do anything else, actually the thought of sex probably never entered my head, sex was something other, older people did. So, when we heard what I imagined were the sounds of Shirley and Bert's final orgasm I expected Mary to tell me it was time we went back to the party, or something like that. Then, after a while we heard them moving around, getting dressed and, having turned the light back on, first one and then the other leaving the bed-room - and then Mary said. 'Now us!' It was natural that I'd think that was her signal that we should go too so I got up, helped her to her feet, picked up her bra and handed it to her - then saw the puzzled look on her face.

'Don't you want to?'

'Want to what?'

'Make love to me silly.'

My brain span, as I said, the thought really hadn't entered my head. 'I, I thought you meant us leave too.' I stammered.

'No you dope. You've got me all worked up - and I know you are too.' she added with a funny sort of a grin. 'Come on, there must be something up here we can lie on. You do want to don't you?'

'Yes, course I do. I just didn't expect - 'I thought quickly, trying to remember just what there was in the attic that we could use, then I remembered the old sofa. Mum never understood why Dad had insisted on keeping it when they bought the new one, it was massive and we'd had incredible trouble getting it up the narrow stairs and over into the far corner. I took her hand and guided her across to it, Mum had put an old sheet over it to keep the dust off, so once that came off we were set - and I hadn't the faintest idea what to do next!

Luckily Mary did and while I just stood there gawping at her she slipped straight out of her dress, she still had pants on of course and stockings and a garter belt but seeing her standing there like that, I felt as though I was dreaming until, as she started to undo her stockings she looked up, saw my expression, grinned and said. 'Come on, hurry up, get your things off too.'

'I haven't got any - things, you know - frenchies.' I muttered desperately, still hesitant about the whole thing, almost looking for excuses to get out of it.

'No need to worry this time, I finished my period last week. Come on, it's safe, trust me.'

I didn't know enough then about periods and cycles but didn't want to admit that, so had no further excuses. I had never been very happy undressing in front of blokes at school and the thought of undressing in front of a girl, even in semi-darkness was more than embarrassing, it was terrifying. But I guess the hormones were pumping so hard by that stage that I could have overcome anything and, turning my back on her, I stripped off too, noticing that the front of my underpants was already damp from my cock's reaction to the excitement of the last half hour. As I took them off my cock sprang up and I saw that its fully swollen head was still wet and sticky with what had been oozing out of it.

I don't know what I expected her to do when I turned around but I hadn't expected her to just stand there staring at me - or I should say - at my cock and I saw what I must have looked like when I stood gawping at her a minute or two earlier. But when I saw how impressed she was with the way I was built I immediately felt better, more confident somehow and realised that what I wanted more than anything else was to finally find out just what it felt like to have my cock inside a girl - instead of my hand.

The fact that she'd done it before helped, although she didn't exactly take charge she didn't wait for me to do so either, she lay down on the sofa, spread herself for me and as I got up between her legs and pressed forwards she reached down and guided me into herself. It felt like heaven! So warm, tight but at the same time slippery and I found that I only had to give a bit of a shove to sink myself right up inside her until our bodies were pressed tightly together.

I can't really describe how it felt, I know it was fantastic, that I wanted it to go on and on but that of course after the mounting excitement I'd been feeling I came far too quickly. But Mary must have been at least as excited as I was because as I felt myself building up to it, I saw the expression on her face change, felt her hands gripping me even tighter and her thrusting hips urge me on faster and faster. We both tried to keep as quiet as we could but I felt sure that in spite of the continuing party downstairs, everyone in the house must have heard us when together we finally climaxed.'



Chapter 15

More Memories

When he finished Brian just sat there with a far-away look in his eyes, it was as though as he had been talking to me he had somehow actually re-lived that first experience and I didn't want to interrupt his reverie. But after a few moments I saw his eyes focus again and he smiled at me and said. 'You asked for it.'

'Mmm - and I'm glad I did. You told it with such feeling that it sounded as though it was something that happened yesterday.'

His smile widened as he said. 'No, my memory of what happened yesterday is much more vivid - a thousand times more exciting.'

I liked that and showed it by reaching across the table and squeezing his hand and said. 'Me too. But tell me, did you see the red-head, Mary, again?'

'I saw her of course - but no, we never made love again. Actually, when it was over and we went back downstairs, re-joined the party, for the rest of the evening I sort of kept as far away from her as I could, heaven knows why.'

'I thought so, that seems a fairly common attitude from boys after their first time. It's what happened to me anyway.'

'Really, tell me, it's your turn anyway.' he said with a grin.

So I told him about my disastrous experience with David and we both had a good laugh about the even more fumbling attempts of my first lover and the way he'd wanted nothing more to do with me afterwards.

'But before that, what kind of experiences had you had with boys - he wasn't the first one to try to make love to you, was he?' he asked when I'd finished.

'No, of course not, just the first to succeed, even if in spite of himself. No, there were quite a few who wanted to and some of those tried quite hard - but I found out quite early on that if I released the pressure for them it became much easier to hang on to my virginity.'

'What do you mean?'

'Masturbate them, jack them or suck them off, whatever - as I said, just to release the pressure. Boys are so much easier to satisfy than girls are. Girls are looking for someone to love them, someone they can say is 'theirs', having a boy that other girls are envious of, all sorts of complex things. Boys want a girl who looks good - and want to have orgasms, much more straightforward!'

'And you, you aren't, weren't like the other girls?'

'No, I found that out quite early on - I actually like sex itself, with the right person that is, I don't mean sex just for the sake of it, I'm certainly not and never have been what you'd call promiscuous - but I do like sex. There are plenty of girls I've known that use sex, to get or to hang on to some boy they want, they have orgasms and stuff - but if you ask them about the actual sex, what they like best about it, they either don't know what you mean or they come up with something about how it demonstrates their love for the other person or some other, similar sounding nonsense.'

'And you? What do you like about it, with the right person of course.' he added with a cheeky smile.

'Oh everything! I like the look of a man when he's ready for it, his cock big and hard; the smell of it, the feel of it throbbing in my hand, the taste of it in my mouth. The lovely, squirmy feeling I get inside before we do it, the incredible feelings I get when it's right up inside me. The things a man can do to me with his hands or his mouth and tongue. Just about everything - for me it's one of the very best parts of living.'

'Your enthusiasm is fantastic - and it shows when you make love with a man, assuming your reactions with me are your normal ones that is.'

'Oh I think I might be reacting a bit more strongly with you than I have with the few other guys I've been with Brian. That's because you do such magical things to me - you really do you know.' I said quite seriously.

'That's nice to know Sue. I can't tell you what you do to me though - but I can say that it's nothing like I've ever known before. But, what happened after your first disaster, obviously there was someone, other than the boys you simply quietened down so expertly.' he added in a lighter tone of voice.

'Yes, there was someone, I spent the best part of two weeks with him, not living together of course, I was on holiday with my parents when I met him but we spent as much of the time as we could together - and most of that time was pretty physical. I probably learned more about sex and my own feelings about it all in that two weeks than all the previous times together.'

'What was his name?'

'Richard.'

'And just what happened with Richard?'

I started by telling him how I had met him, through the girl in the bikini shop, that first night out, at the movies, what she and Richard's brother had got up to in there and what Richard and I had done together down in our 'special place'. And then how we had spent the best part of the next two weeks. During telling him that of course I mentioned my 'erection-making trials' and saw how even more intense his expression became when I did.

'Tell me about that, what you did and how you felt Sue.'

'It started out a bit like last night, when you went to sleep while I was watching the movie, only Richard and I were in the place I mentioned, on the beach, where nobody could see us. He was naked and the sight of him, so small, so defenceless, was so different to the way I had seen him before, with a full erection, I was fascinated by it. At first I was just curious to see how it felt, then as I continued touching it, I saw it beginning to respond, it had a life of its own you see - he was sound asleep but it was awake. I thought it was magical the way it gradually got bigger and bigger and when it began to stiffen and then got really hard it gave me strange sense of power - feeling it come alive in my hands, as though it was obeying my commands.

Once I had got it fully erect I wondered if I could actually jack him off without waking him - that was expecting too much of course but he didn't wake up until his orgasm actually hit him, it was fabulous!'

It was my turn to get lost in a reverie, the memory of that time with Richard was still powerful and I remembered everything about it, the sound of the ocean beyond the rocks, the smell of his arousal, the feel of him as my fingers gripped his cock and the sight of that first hot load erupting from him.

Brian's voice broke through the dream-like sensation. 'Go on, tell me about what else you did in your 'experiments''.

'Oh, oh sorry lover, I was somewhere else for a moment. Well that first time got me interested in just what else would and what wouldn't arouse him and perhaps, other men too. So at different times I'd try different things. Sometimes when we were in public places I'd discretely steal a feel of him, or whisper sexy things to him - telling him how hot I was feeling, how much I wanted to feel his big, throbbing cock inside me, or that my mouth was dying to taste his thick, creamy jism - things like that. When we were lying on the beach I'd point out a really sexy looking girl and talk to him about her, ask him how much he'd like to do it with her, suck on her breasts and pussy, tell him that I felt sure from the way she kept looking across at him that she had the hots for him. 

I tried all sorts of different things. One evening, when a group of us were having dinner together, I wore a skirt and blouse and no undies. He was sitting next to me of course and it made me feel good to see that although he had already kissed and sucked on them so often, he still kept stealing glances down the front of my blouse, at my breasts. But I wanted to see how much more I could arouse him and, about half way through the meal I whispered to him that I didn't have any panties on either, then took hold of his hand and guided it up under my skirt, so I could prove what I had said. I admit that it was exciting for me too, sitting there with people all around us, while under the table I had his fingers feeling my pussy - and even more exciting seeing his and even more importantly, his cock's reaction to the knowledge that I was naked - available. Even when we had finished dinner and got up to leave I could see that he still had a fair sized bulge in the front of his shorts and had a bit of a giggle as I watched him trying to hide it.

How would you have handled that situation Brian, do you think you would enjoy it, or would it offend you?'

'No it certainly wouldn't offend me, I'm not that much of a fuddy-duddy, I hope. I'd just as certainly enjoy it - I'm enjoying hearing you just talk about it, as you can tell.' he added, reaching out for my hand and placing it on his crotch, where I then felt the length of his half-aroused cock. 

'Mmm, I like the feel of that.' I said. 'Is that just from hearing me talk about Richard and I?'

'That - imagining being in his position with you and of course, looking at you - you're looking especially gorgeous tonight, as I said, that's a very, very sexy nightie.'

His words gave me a nice warm feeling and made me want to feel his arms around me, cuddling me but I was quite happy to wait a bit longer for that, first there were more things I wanted to hear him tell me about.

'I still want to hear about the other two experiences you had before you were married. But why don't we make ourselves more comfortable, on the settee?' I said, adding with a cheeky grin. 'Then I can monitor your reactions better.'

We cleared the table and just to make sure we weren't disturbed, put the dishes outside the door then settled down, his arm around my shoulders my hand resting lightly between his thighs, my fingers curled down over the warmth of his swollen cock and balls.

'Is that comfortable?' I asked.

'I love having you touch me, you know that Sue - but if you go too far too soon don't blame me if I have to cut the story short.' I giggled and gave him a friendly squeeze, then snuggled closer and waited for him to begin.

'There was quite a big gap between my extraordinary experience with Mary and the next time I actually 'got lucky', as we used to say, with a girl. I went out with a few of course, mainly in groups, with my friends and their girls, pictures, for walks and though there was a fair amount of kissing and some petting, sex was pretty rare for most kids in those days. Sometimes I got so horny that I was tempted to contact Mary again, see if she was still just as interested as she had been on the day of the wedding - but, for whatever reason I didn't. So I guess it was almost a year later, I was at technical college by then, doing mechanical engineering, when I met June. 

She was in her last year at school and worked at the week-ends in a record shop, I really fell for her in a big way - in fact, if things had worked out differently I might well have married her. Anyway, after a bit of chatting up, she and I started going out together.'

'What was she like, I mean what did she look like?'

'June, she wasn't very tall but had a good figure, not particularly big-breasted but had a really tiny waist that accentuated her other curves, nice legs, a terrific bottom. She had blue eyes, fair hair, not really blonde but it was very soft and had natural waves in it. There was no one thing about her that was spectacular you understand - I liked and fell for the whole package.'

'She sounds nice, go on, what happened?'

'Well we had been going out together for several months, we were becoming almost a 'couple' - as people call it today. Obviously there was plenty of kissing and cuddling going on between us, she let me fondle her breasts sometimes and I knew she liked the way I did that but she wouldn't allow me to get underneath he clothes or do anything else. That wasn't so unusual then but the way she stopped me from going any further did seem different somehow - I couldn't quite put my finger on it but sometimes I got the impression that it wasn't June stopping me, it was as though someone else stepped in between us - it's hard to explain.

She'd never known her father, he'd been killed in the war and her mother had obviously had a tough time bringing her up on her own - I wondered if that had made her a bit over-protective, if that was what caused June's reluctance to let herself go, so to speak. I got on well with her mother and probably because there wasn't a man of the house I made myself useful around her place. Being mechanically minded there were times when I was able to fix things for her and after I'd mowed the lawns a few times she started giving me a couple of bob for doing it, saying she'd always had to pay someone else so I shouldn't be embarrassed to take it.

So, apart from the sex thing I felt everything was going fine and after the annual picnic, was convinced of it.'

'What picnic?' I asked.

'It was on what we used to call Empire Day, the church and the local Chamber of Commerce used to put on a big fete and picnic down by the river - it was the biggest do in town - everybody went to it. You couldn't buy alcohol but just about everyone took some and by the end of the day there were usually a few drunks lying about sleeping it off. None of us kids drank much in those days, we couldn't afford it for one thing, but we always managed to find the cash for a good supply of beer and the odd bottle of rum for the picnic day. June had some of my beer then stuck with cola and I can only think that someone spiked it with rum because towards the end of the day she was showing all the signs of being just a bit tight.

The finish of the show was a fireworks display and a lot of the kids - and some of the adults too I might add - used to take the opportunity of watching that to wander off into the surrounding bushes to do a bit of fondling and petting. I was surprised when June agreed to my suggestion that we watch from somewhere a bit further down the river, I was sure she knew very well what I had in mind and I'd expected her to avoid having to keep my wandering hands under control - but instead of that, she actually seemed quite eager. So we found ourselves a spot where nobody else was around and sat down to wait for the rocket that signalled the start of the show. I put my arm around her and pulled her close, letting my hand slip round until I could cup her breast in it and began to gently squeeze it. She immediately turned her face for me to kiss her and as I did I felt her responding far more strongly than she usually allowed herself to - and of course I began to wonder if she might actually let me get my hand inside her blouse that evening.

It turned out that I not only got my hand inside her blouse, I got my cock inside her pussy! The drink must have lowered her defences just enough, I won't say she was eager to go all the way but her resistance to the effect of my caresses was so low that the natural excitement of her body's response was stronger than whatever limits she had previously put on herself. Of course this time, unlike my encounter with Mary, I had to do everything and in spite of her initial eagerness and her apparent enjoyment of what I was doing, every now and then she'd get an attack of the 'no's - telling me not to go any further I mean. So the fireworks display was over before I'd got my hand under her skirt - but once I had and had then managed to get a couple of fingers up under the elastic of her panties and had a feel of her damp pussy, I found that things speeded up quite a bit. Of course she didn't touch me, my cock that is, but there was no need to, it had been rock-hard for ages.




Sue Ch. 13-16



We were both as nervous as hell and on top of that we were frightened that someone might come by at any moment, so while she eventually let me get her pants off she insisted on keeping her skirt on, so I never actually saw anything. I wriggled out of my clothes and was disappointed that unlike Mary, she pointedly looked away as my cock was exposed - anyway, we made love, it was pretty uncomfortable but we made it.

Having once done it June seemed to free up a bit and although we didn't do it often she did let me make love to her several times after that. But she'd never get completely undressed or let me look at her properly - and she'd certainly never touch my cock.

But after we'd been going out for a few months I noticed her attitude to me starting to change a bit, nothing dramatic, just odd things she said sometimes. I got the impression that the thought of me being a mechanic didn't fit with the kind of man she wanted to be married to. There was nothing I could do about that of course, I just tried to ignore her odd remarks as best I could.

Then one Monday afternoon I found her waiting for me outside of the college, she wanted to go for a walk and have a talk. I somehow knew what was coming and I was right, she'd met someone else. He worked in a bank, wore a suit to work and had a good career ahead of him. So out with the mechanic and in with the bank manager. I don't mind admitting it, I felt terrible, so empty. Anyway I didn't lose my temper or say anything I'd be sorry for later, in fact I think I kissed her and wished her good luck. Praying to myself that the banker proved to be an utter bore or a sadist and that she'd come creeping back to me - but she didn't of course.

A couple of weeks went by and I got a phone call from her mother, Mrs. Wills, she wanted to know why I hadn't been round to mow her lawns. I said I didn't think she'd want me around there after what had happened between June and I, she said that was nothing to do with it, didn't I need the extra cash? I did, so she told me to come over the next Saturday - mentioning that June would be at the tennis club for lunch and the rest of the afternoon. 'Tennis club' I thought. 'There's no way I can compete with that!' But as I still wasn't sure just what my reaction would be when I saw June again I was grateful that her mother had told me to call when June wouldn't be there

The Saturday turned out to be a really hot day and frankly the thought of pushing a mower around for an hour or two was not a very attractive idea, a swim in the river was far more appealing - but I'd promised, I had always liked June's mother and didn't want to let her down, so off I went.

I was about two thirds of the way through the job when she brought out a cold drink for me - and boy did I need it by then, the sweat was really pouring out and I could feel my shirt sticking to me like a second skin. But even so, when I saw Mrs. Wills walking across the grass towards me I would have started to sweat even if it had been the middle of winter! I suppose I had never really looked at her as a woman before, she was June's mother, an adult and somehow they're different - but that Saturday afternoon she looked more like something out of a movie than somebody's mother.

I suppose that what she was wearing would be called a sun-dress but I'd never seen anybody's mother wearing anything like that one!

To start with it was short, finishing half way down her thigh and as she had long legs that meant there was a lot of leg to see - and they were great legs, still slim and shapely with not a trace of the flabbiness older women seem to always get around their thighs. Then there was the top, which was cut low, leaving her shoulders and a fair bit of the tops of her breasts exposed and showing off the deep, shadowy vee between them too - it was quite obvious that they were considerably bigger than her daughter's. But as my eyes flicked up and down, alternating between staring at first her legs and then her breasts, in between them I did find something that mother and daughter had in common, her waist was tiny too. All in all Mrs. Wills was a real stunner! 

On top of that, when I finally dragged my eyes away from her body and looked up at her face, was the expression I saw there - it was obvious even to me that she liked the way I was looking at her.

As she came still closer I saw that her eyes were looking me over in much the same way that mine had her. 'You look hot.' she said in a tone I had never heard her use before. In those days I think 'hot' just meant level of temperature - even so the way she said it gave it a different, sexier implication but I was still too inexperienced to respond in any way other than the obvious and I'm sure I said something very unoriginal, like - 'A cold drink would certainly be great Mrs. Wills.'

'Let's sit in the shade while we have it.' she said, walking across the still uncut part of the lawn to a shady corner of the garden. She turned to speak to me again and as she did so her breast was outlined in sharp profile and naturally my eyes were drawn to it like bees to honey.

I saw a small smile appear at the corner of her mouth as she noticed where my eyes were focussed. 'How much longer will it be before you have finished Brian?' she asked.

I pulled myself together and followed her across the grass. 'Oh, half an hour at the most. I did the hardest part first, this bit is easy.'

She handed me a glass of an ice-cold lemon drink, I thanked her and was taking a long, thirst-quenching draught as she sat down - and very nearly choked on the drink when I saw the way the already short skirt climbed even further up her thigh. Again I saw her half-smile at my reaction, she made no direct comment but instead said.

'O.K. But I'm not letting you go home in those sweaty clothes, you'll catch cold. You'll need a shower too, so, when you've finished and while you have one, I'll rinse the sweat out of those things - in this weather they'll soon dry.' 

'Oh there's no need to bother Mrs. Wills.' I said finishing the rest of the glass in one gulp.

'It's no bother, I'm insisting - and cut out this Mrs. Wills stuff, Doreen will do fine Brian. Now let me refill that glass, it looks as though the first one hardly touched the sides.' 

I was still standing and as I bent down and she leaned forward to pour me a second drink I found that I could see straight down the front of her dress - and I could clearly see that, unheard of for those days, she wasn't wearing a bra! I really didn't know where to look - but I didn't seem to be able to look anywhere else - so I just continued to stare down at the firm, round globes of creamy flesh, only finally dragging my eyes away when I realised that she had long finished filling my glass. I was thankful for the covering my hot and sweaty face gave me when I did, because as I saw her smile knowingly up at me, I felt myself blush a deep crimson.

'It looks to me as though something other than the mowing is making you even hotter Brian.' she said and her eyes dropped and looked straight at my crotch. It was only then that I really became aware of the tight feeling in my shorts and realised that during the few minutes she had been in the garden, I had got a hard-on - and knowing that she must be looking directly at it, I felt myself blush an even deeper shade of red.

Her voice had a huskiness about it but she spoke quite slowly and deliberately and there was no mistaking the meaning in what she said 'Finish your drink but leave the grass - I think you're about ready for something else Brian, don't you?'

I couldn't believe this was happening to me but by then wasn't in any shape to argue and wouldn't have known how to say 'no' to a grown woman, even if I'd wanted to - and, having seen as much of her legs and her breasts as I had, I didn't think I wanted to anyway. So I did as she'd said, threw down the rest of the drink, helped her up and then followed her across the lawn and into the house.

Once inside and with the door closed behind us, she turned to face me. 'I know you and June have been to bed together, so you're obviously not a virgin - but I imagine you haven't had too much experience yet. Am I right?'

'Yes Mrs. - er, I mean - yes Doreen. But how...?'

'It doesn't matter how I know Brian - and it doesn't matter that you have, that's normal. This is not quite as normal - but it could be very good, for both of us I mean, if you're as sensible as I think you are.'

She paused and I didn't know if she was waiting for me to say something, if so I didn't have the faintest idea what it was, so I just stood there, probably looking like a dumb fool. But she didn't say anything either, just smiled, reached out and took my hand, then lifted it and placed it on one of her breasts - I felt my fingers close, almost automatically around the rich fullness of it and she just kept staring deep into my eyes while letting me slowly fondle it. After a few moments of silence, she spoke again.

'I've liked the look of you since June first brought you home and, over the time you've been going out together I think you and I have got on well. I don't think I'm unattractive and I think you might get something more than just physical pleasure if we were to meet from time to time. I'm not talking about 'love' Brian, I'm talking about sex. Sex between two attractive people, I may be a fair bit older than you are but everything else is the same - and without the emotional problems that can come with a having a young girl-friend, as you've just found out.

Do you think I'm being a bit cold-blooded about this Brian?'

'No, no I don't Mrs. - er, Doreen. No I understand exactly what you mean - and it sounds wonderful!' I added, putting much more confident enthusiasm in my voice than I was actually feeling at that moment. 

She tilted her head up to me and said. 'Good, I hoped you might. Now, give me quick kiss then let's get you under that shower - I love the smell of a man and I love the smell of grass but the combination of the two is really not very sexy.' The grin she gave me as she said that actually made me feel much better and I grinned back at her and again did as I was told, kissed her quickly. At least I tried to but the warm moistness of her eager lips held me longer than I think either of us expected and after a moment or two I felt her tongue slide into my mouth and twist and twirl itself around mine in an intoxicating way. I could have stayed there for ages, just enjoying that much of her - but she had more interesting things in mind and all too soon she brought the kiss to an end, took my hand from the breast it was still clutching and led me through the house to the bath-room. 

It was a big bath-room, anyway certainly bigger than I was used to at home and I suppose I expected her to open the door, maybe give me a towel and then leave me to take my shower. But instead she pushed the door partly shut behind us then, hitching her skirt up a bit, lifted herself up on to the marble-looking top that surrounded the basin and settled down, obviously to watch me. Within seconds my erection had vanished! I just stood frozen to the spot.

'Are, are you going to stay?' I asked querulously.

'Do you mind? I'd like to, very much.'

I couldn't help myself interrupting him, it just burst out automatically. 'So I wasn't the first one to want to watch you shower?'

He'd been so involved in remembering that episode in his life that my voice seemed to confuse him for a couple of seconds - but then his eyes focussed on me, he smiled and nodded. 'No, sorry about that. I admit that I had forgotten all about this time until I started talking about it. It's amazing the detail that comes back when you start. I couldn't have told you this lady's name if you had asked me half an hour ago, weird thing the memory isn't it?'

'Mmm, not that I've had as much to remember before now. But I'm sorry I interrupted, I didn't mean to, it just popped out.

'That's all right, the whole idea is to share, not just tell a story for the sake of telling it.'

'Please go on, it's exciting, it's making me feel quite squirmy inside.'

'Really - we'll have to do something about that.' he said with an absolutely wicked grin. 'Now?' He added, reaching across with his free hand and feeling down between my thighs.

'Not just now.' I said with a laugh. 'But I'll keep you to that promise. Right now I want to hear the rest of what happened. Please go on.'



Chapter 16

Doreen

'Where was I?'

'You had asked Doreen if she was going to stay and watch you - she had said she wanted to, wanted to very much and asked if you minded that.'

'Ah, yes. Well then I think I said something super intelligent and witty, like - I, I don't know - I've never, I mean it's, well...

I really didn't know why I was objecting. If I'd thought about it, which I didn't, it was crazy - two people who were about to take part in the most intimate act it's possible for two people to do - and I was worried about her watching me take a shower! But it was ingrained in me, in just about everyone in those days I suppose - the toilet, the bath-room was private. But I was in a new world, here was a grown woman who was asking me to go to bed with her, first she wanted to see me shower, it was a small price to pay. But, I still turned my back on her and felt myself blushing again, as I stripped down to my underpants and then out of those too. Finally, in spite of my nervousness and though I think I kept my back to her most of the time, I took my first ever shower in front of a woman - and in this case an avidly watching woman.

I'm afraid that if she was hoping for a good look at a teen-ager's fully roused cock, she must have been very disappointed. My cock had reacted to the situation just the way I had in fact hoped it wouldn't, it was minute, almost non-existent. So as I stepped under the hot water and began to soap-up I tried desperately to relax, to think of how she had looked in the garden, how her kiss had affected me and what I soon might be going to experience with her. I took a much longer shower than I would have normally, making a bit of a production of appearing to scrub off the smells she had objected to and was relieved to find that my imagination did have some affect and that my cock regained at least a bit of its previous size.

Of course sooner or later I had to turn around and within a matter of seconds of doing so I felt the thing jerking itself up again. While I had been behaving like a nervous virgin, she had been enjoying herself.

She was still sitting up on the basin surround but there comparisons ended - the front of her dress was now completely unbuttoned and her breasts hung free, she was rolling the dark red tip of one of them between the fingers of one hand, while the other was very busy down between her legs. 

'You have a very sexy back and arse Brian - and you took so long that I just couldn't help myself. But I'm glad to see that the front is looking almost as sexy too, now.' she added, as her eyes dropped down to where I knew my cock was still jerking upwards as the sight of what she was doing to herself sent blood pounding through me.

'You'd better dry yourself Brian, although you're looking hot again you could still catch cold if you don't.'

She continued to play with herself while I dried off and I imagine that by then she must have worked herself up to quite a pitch because as soon as I finished she slid herself down off the bench, took my hand and led me straight to her bed-room, saying.

'No fancy stuff the first time, we'll get around to that a bit later - right now I just think we both need a straight forward fuck, don't you?'

I'd never heard a woman use that word but the way she said it made it sound as though it was the only word she could have used. And a straight forward fuck is just what we had - she didn't even bother to close her bed-room door, simply slipped off what there was of her dress, wriggled out of her pants, took me by the hand again and as we got on to the bed, pulled me on top of herself.

I honestly don't remember any details of that first time, I know it was over very quickly, too quickly for both of us but there was nothing I could do about it, once my cock was inside her I just went at her like a train and after a bit of frantic thumping, shot off into her. I think my raw inexperience probably gave her a bit of a thrill but I doubt if she actually climaxed - but it was a start and, as I was to discover later, she had plenty of plans of her own for both of us.

When I had finished I rolled off her and lay there gasping for breath, she leaned over and as I felt her nipples grazing my chest, she kissed me.

'You lie there and get your breath back. I'm just going to rinse out your things and put them out to dry. Then I'm coming back and I'll start to show you how to really make love to a woman - I assume you want to know that?'

I opened my eyes, grinned weakly up at her, nodded and watched as she put a bath-robe on and then closed them again as she left.

My mind was a whirl - visions of the full ripeness of her body, the amount and thickness of the hair around her pussy, the soft firmness of her breasts, the size of the dark red circles surrounding her nipples and the way they had filled and stiffened as I had started to fuck her. Then there were the sensations I had felt, the initial disbelief and nervousness, the growing arousal, following her around like some sort of pet as she took me through some sort of pre-planned sequence of events, but mostly the sheer wonder of the physical sensations I had got from actually having a proper woman. On top of all that was what she had said just before she left.

'Then I'm coming back and I'll start to show you how to really make love to a woman - I assume you want to know that?'

I wondered exactly what she meant by that - I realised it had all been a bit quick but then that was to be expected, even she had said as much. I had felt her breasts, girls - women liked that, I hadn't kissed or sucked them but then that was only a small loss surely. Maybe she liked having a finger up inside her first, I seemed to remember hearing something about girls - women sometimes taking longer than men to get aroused and that a finger or two could help them get there. But I thought that there really wasn't too much else to learn about, what could she have meant?'

It was his turn to interrupt the story, he obviously felt it necessary to explain what he had said. 

'You see we knew so little in those days. There was no sex education in schools, even the word 'sex' was hardly ever used, certainly not at home and very rarely in the regular media. It was as though everyone pretended that it didn't happen, that babies came from a series of miracle births, looking back it was all really quite strange. I'm sure that people were screwing around almost as much as they do today - it's just that it was never openly talked about. So kids really only learned anything from their older brothers or sisters or from friends at school - and the ridiculous stuff that got around and was believed, is quite unbelievable to think of nowadays. Anyway, you need to realise that to understand why I was thinking the way I was.

'Given what the kids know today it's very hard to appreciate the difference Brian - but I understand what you're saying.' I said, then added. 'But please go on, it's an incredible experience and I can tell from the way you are talking that just remembering it is as exciting for you as it is for me.'

'You're right about that Sue.' he said and this time he reached across for my hand and placed it between his legs, where I found the almost solid length of him. I just gave it a friendly squeeze or two, looked up into his eyes and gave him a grin.  




Sue Ch. 13-16



'You obviously haven't forgotten your promise so far, just be sure you don't later!'

'No chance. Now, let's see, I was lying there thinking about what else there was about sex that Doreen could teach me, wasn't I?'

'That's right. I guess you were about to get the shock of your life!'

He laughed. 'That's certainly one way of putting it. Well, let me see. Doreen wasn't really gone for that long and when I saw the door open I remember wondering if I'd be able to perform again so quickly. But I needn't have worried about that!

She was still wearing the bath-robe, tied loosely at the waist, loose enough that when she stood beside the bed and bent over to kiss me, the weight of her breasts pushed its front open and I had another glorious and exciting view of them. Then, as her lips pressed down on mine I felt her hand slip between my legs and start to fondle me and, as her tongue again swirled around the inside of my eager mouth I felt her fingers' magical touch starting to bring my cock back to life.

Of course other than when Mary had used hers to guide me into her I'd never experienced the feel of a woman's hand on my cock before - and Doreen wasn't simply holding me, as Mary had done, she was very expertly caressing me, so my reaction was incredibly powerful and it seemed only a matter of seconds before she had got it back to its full size. She took her lips away from mine and I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me and, as she continued to slowly stroke up and down my cock, glancing down at it from time to time as though to double-check its progress.

'It's a lovely cock Brian, you can be proud of it. Now I'm going to show you how good I can make it feel, then you are going to do a similar thing for me and after that you are going to make love to me again, only more slowly this time.'

With that she let go of me, shrugged off the robe, got up on the bed and, kneeling beside me, took hold of it again with one hand, pushed my legs further apart and cupped my balls with the other, then bent her head down until her lips were just lightly brushing the quivering tip of it. I watched in disbelief as, after a moment or two's suspense, she opened her mouth and took the bulging head inside and then began to bob her head slowly up and down. The sensations were so strong it took all my will-power to stop myself from immediately heaving upwards and burying it in her throat and when she then began to swirl her tongue around it and, after a another minute or two, take more and more of the shaft inside her, the pleasure-thrills I felt nearly sent me out of my mind.

Sensibly she didn't keep that up for too long, just long enough to demonstrate to me just how much pleasure it was possible to feel but when my increasingly powerful reactions made it obvious that any more of that would quickly send me over the top, she slowed and then stopped what she was doing, sat up, turned and lay down beside me.

'Now its your turn to do the same for me.' she said with a smile, adding mischievously. 'You'd like to find out how to send a woman crazy, wouldn't you?'

I could feel the blood still racing through my veins and my whole body seemed to be quivering from what she had done and so the best I could do was to nod.

'O.K. but first I think a quick anatomy lesson would be a good idea.' she said, pulling a pillow out from behind us, pushing it under her hips and then spreading her legs apart. 'Come over here, kneel between my legs and I'll give you a quick guided tour of how we're really made and show you what is guarantied to turn-on any woman.'

And she did just that, spreading the outer lips of her vagina so that I could see the wet pink lining, pulling back the hood to show me the little nub of the clitoris and explained how sensitive it was, 'just like a little cock' is the way she described it - and like a man's cock, just as able to become erect and the real trigger for a woman's physical arousal, if a man treated it properly. She showed me how to do that, first with my fingers, guiding them lightly over herself with her hand and then, a bit later, with my mouth and tongue.

Although it may seem a bit clinical it was actually very exciting and as I gained confidence I was thrilled to see that she really was responding to what I was doing - her face and neck were getting flushed, her nipples as well as her clit had stiffened, just like 'little cocks', her breathing had become a quickening series of short gasps and I could feel her entire body tensing and flexing. I found that by crouching really low I could actually continue to slide two fingers in and out of her slick pussy while flicking the clit above it with my tongue - and immediately found that that was the combination that drove her really wild.

I felt her hands grabbing my head, holding me firmly between her thighs as she jerked her hips higher still and, between gasping for breath and moaning with pleasure she tried to tell me how wonderful I was making her feel. Then, as I felt her grip of me tighten even more, she virtually shoved herself against my mouth and in an almost disbelieving voice she cried out aloud. 'Oh my God, I'm coming, darling I'm coming! Don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop. Now, now, oooh - now!'

It was almost as though she was in incredible pain - I had never seen either Mary or June react like that and, in a way I was almost frightened at what I had done to her - but as she continued to hold me hard up against herself I carried on doing what she obviously wanted of me and actually felt the lining inside her pussy tightening around my fingers as they flashed in and out of her. Feeling that, I tried to imagine what it would feel like if it were my cock inside her and not my fingers - and realised that whilst I had forgotten about it during the new excitement of stimulating Doreen, my cock had become almost unbearably swollen.

So, as I sensed her peak lessening I slowed and then stopped what I was doing and moved up over her and, supporting myself on one arm, used the other hand to steer my inflamed cock-head between her pouting pussy-lips, then thrust it and the rest of me into the hot wetness of her.

Her eyes had been shut tight but as she felt me filling her they flew wide open and she cried. 'Oh shit! Oh my God that's good. It's huge - ram it right up inside me Brian, right up!'

I did just that - but, remembering how quick the first time had been and what she had said about teaching me how to make love to a woman properly, decided that this time I would take it more slowly, show her that I was beginning to understand there was more involved than simply having a fuck. I don't know whether it was because of those thoughts or just because I had already come once - but I found that although one part of me just wanted me to slam my cock into her as deep, hard and fast as I could, another wanted me to hold back, experience and give as much pleasure for as long as I could - and not just the pleasure that the feel of her body was giving me, the satisfaction of seeing her responding to what I was doing for her too - and I'm glad to say that the more thoughtful part of me won the day.

So I took my time, starting with long, slow strokes that I somehow knew were opening her up completely and, as I kept up that steady pace I saw and felt her body's response to me changing again, relaxing, as though she were letting herself sink back into a soft cloud of delight, delight created by my cock's slow strokes in and out of her. She ran her hands up and down my spine, her finger-nails sending delicious shivers through me and as I looked down at her face she looked up into my eyes and I saw in hers a bright glow of utter bliss.

'You just can't imagine how good that feels Brian, if you're getting even half the pleasure that you're giving me, you're a lucky guy.' she said sincerely. 'Just keep doing what you are doing and you'll have me, or any woman you want as a slave for life.'

That made me feel good too of course, gave me a sense of being a real man and I must have had a grin like a Cheshire cat as I concentrated on continuing to do what she obviously loved. And of course I found that maintaining that slow rhythm meant that the thrills I was getting from the slick friction of her pussy came in a constant stream. 

But of course in time, as the pressure inside me grew stronger and stronger I found my deep thrusting gradually picking up speed and then heard myself beginning to gasp as the need grew still more urgent. Doreen's body reacted to that and as she began to jerk herself upwards in time with my quickening thrusts I felt her pussy tightening around my pistoning cock, increasing even more the thrills I was feeling and pushing me quickly towards my climax.

As we felt it beginning to surge up through me, her hands held on to me tightly so that she could force herself even harder up at me, it was as though she was trying to get every fraction of me as deep inside herself as possible and, just as I felt my cock expanding from the pressure of the semen coursing up through it, I rammed it into her as hard as I could, hearing myself cry out as the first jet exploded deep into the heart of her sex. As it did, it must have triggered her second climax because even through the red mist of what I was already experiencing, I felt her pussy rhythmically contracting around my pounding cock, squeezing it and forcing load after explosive load from me. And, as she drained me, she dug her hands deep into my back, arched her body high and gave herself up to her own, private rapture.

When the shuddering convulsions slowed and finally stopped we collapsed in each other's arms - and in fact I think I fell into a sort of blissful semi-consciousness.'

I had been intent on watching Brian's face while he recounted his experience with Doreen, it was obvious from his expression that even though from many years before, recalling the memories was having a very strong affect on him. Then, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a movement and, looking down, saw his cock, almost fully erect, poking out through the gap in the front of his pyjama shorts. Moving my hand from where it had lain on the curve of his thigh I lightly brushed my fingertips over the velvety surface of its head.

'It looks as though it's not only your brain that has strong memories of Doreen.' I said as I looked back up into his eyes. 'He looks very tempting like that, would you like me to do something nice for him?' I asked as I slipped my fingers down the thick shaft.

'That's also a very tempting thought Sue. Don't stop touching me - but don't take me all the way, I want to enjoy that with you, later. You understand that don't you?'

'Of course I do. Don't worry, I won't tease you too much. Anyway I don't want to interrupt your train of thought and I certainly want to hear what else happened - just ignore what I'm doing, please go on.' I said, giving him a gentle squeeze as encouragement.

'I doubt I can ignore it Sue - but anyway, where was I?'

'You had started to fall asleep.'

'Oh yes, that's right - so, later Doreen insisted I have another quick shower, on my own that time. She said. 'I don't want you going home smelling of sex.' adding with a chuckle. 'If you did your mother would never let you come again.' My shorts and shirt had dried by then so I was able to dress and, regretfully was shooed on my way - but not before she had given me a hug and a kiss and, more importantly, asked me to come back to 'Finish cutting the grass.' the following Thursday.

'Thursday?' I asked.

'June is going over to visit her banker's parents, for dinner, he's picking her up when he finishes work, about five thirty. So, if you came over about six o'clock that would give you time to do the grass you left today - and then I'm sure I could find another couple of things for you to do for me.' She grinned and added. 'If you want to that is!'





Sue Ch. 17-20



Chapter 17

Learning The Basics

Wild horses wouldn't have kept me away of course. And so began several months of some of the best sex education a boy could ask for. Doreen wasn't into anything kinky but she and I tried every variation of what these days is called 'straight' sex, everything that she already knew or that we could think of. From time to time when I got home I'd find a ten bob note in my pocket, I tried to give it back to her the first time I found one but she wouldn't take it, said it was for the jobs I did around the house for her - which I still did of course, when we had the time. It felt funny, getting money for having the most exciting time of my life but as it obviously gave her pleasure to know that she was helping me and as it was only occasionally that she did it, I accepted it.

'I think I can understand why she did that Brian.' I said. 'You shouldn't have felt at all bad about it. But it must have been difficult finding time to be together, times when her daughter - June, wasn't going to be around and when you weren't at college or something?'

'Surprisingly easy actually, June was spending more and more time with her 'banker' - as Doreen and I always called him, I can't even remember what his name was now - so Saturday afternoons were nearly always free and one or sometimes two evenings during the week, so we saw each other at least twice a week, sometimes, depending on how things worked out, even more often. There were times when it didn't work out so well but not often. We certainly had more than enough time.' 

He grinned and added. 'Frankly I don't think either of us would have survived for long if we had been able to spend any more time together.'

'Sounds terrific, just what kinds of things did you get up to with each other?'

'Well, at the beginning she was, I suppose you'd call it 'teaching me the basics'. That first Thursday evening for instance, she showed me that it doesn't always have to be the man who is the active partner. 

I insisted on finishing the grass and when I'd done that I found that she had got some food ready for us and although I obviously had other things on my mind I sat down and we ate together. I think she needed that time to assure herself that I knew what I was getting into and that she could trust me to handle it without causing either of us embarrassment or pain. 

By comparison with the way I had seen dressed on the Saturday she had certainly not set out to visually seduce me this time, wearing just a simple blouse and skirt that gave no clue to the voluptuous body I now knew was underneath them. She asked me how I felt about what had happened between us the previous Saturday and whether I was sure I wanted to get involved, even if only physically, with an older woman. I answered her honestly and obviously she believed me when I said I did and that although I realised I was very inexperienced by comparison with her, I felt sure I could give her almost as much pleasure as she could undoubtedly give me.

That little speech brought a smile to her face and she got up from the table, came around behind me, slipped her arms around me and, as I turned my head, gave me what I can only describe as a truly smouldering kiss. Everything that her body had stored up during the last four or five days was transmitted through that kiss and I felt myself reacting to it almost instantly. But in that position I was helpless, her arms pinned mine to my side and I was quite unable to get up off the chair or even to move much - and she knew it!

Without relaxing her pressure, she got one hand down between my legs and found where the already stiff length of my cock was straining against the front of my trousers and, like somebody else I know -' he said with a grin as he looked down at where my own hand still gently held him. 'she obviously liked the feel of what she found.'

I gave him a sharper, playful squeeze at that and said. 'Don't digress, keep to the story.'

'O.K., with you hanging on to me like that it's an unfair fight! So there we were, me stuck to the kitchen chair and her hand having an extended feel of what I had to offer her. I don't know whether she finally took pity on my predicament or whether it was just that she knew there'd be more mutual enjoyment by letting me up. When she did I certainly didn't waste any time in getting her into my arms so that I could properly kiss and fondle her.

When we eventually came up for air it was clear that neither of us wanted to waste any more time, we each simply wanted the other and I can imagine the strength of mind it took for her to do what she did next. Taking my hand away from the breast I had been eagerly fondling, she said. 'Let's go to the bed-room Brian - I'm going to show you how to go about undressing a woman and how much pleasure we can both get as you do that. Then I'm going to do the same thing for you.'

'My cock just wanted to get into her, to feel the wonderful tightness of her pussy - but after all, she was the teacher and I knew there would be a reason behind what she was saying, so I managed to curb my natural impetuousness even though standing together alongside her bed filled my head with thoughts of more immediate pleasures.'

'Now, imagine you are with your girl, you've been kissing and cuddling for a while and you see that she's responding to you when you fondle her breasts. You want to get at them, you know she's been told not to let you, so how's the best way to go about it? Pretend I'm her, show me what you'd do.'

'I put my left arm around her, held her breast with my right hand and looked down at her blouse, it had buttons running all the way down the front and I had to get most of them undone. So I let go of her, and using both hands started to undo the top button.'

'No, don't do that!' she said in a much younger voice. 'I want to go home now.'

'My puzzled look brought a smile to her face.'

'You gave the girl a chance to remember what she'd been told. You have to keep making her feel warm and secure, so you have to learn to undo buttons and things with one hand, while the other keeps a gentle hold of her. Give it a try.'

'I did and was useless, all fingers and thumbs and very little progress.'

'O.K., we'll be here all night at this rate.' she said when after about five minutes I had only managed to undo a couple of buttons somewhere around the middle of the row. 'I'll do it - but you'll have to practice. Now the bra.' she said as she quickly undid those I had left. When she opened her blouse I paused, just staring at her. She was wearing a skimpy bra that was made of some kind of lacy material, so I could actually see most of those parts of her breasts that were supposedly covered by it - which wasn't that much - especially the dark circles that surrounded her nipples and as I continued to look at her I felt my mouth go dry.

'It's nice to see how much you like looking at me Brian, very flattering for a not so young lady - but the plan is to actually get the bra off.' she reminded me. Remembering the 'one hand' rule I felt around behind her for the catch. From seeing my mother's things on the clothes line I knew that bras had hooks and eyes on the straps and tried to visualise which end had which as I fumbled, completely unsuccessfully with Doreen's. Again, after a few minutes she stopped me.

'O.K., enough of that. More practice needed there too if you're to become a truly proficient lover. This time I'll turn around for you, so you can see what you have to do.' she did and I saw that I had in fact been struggling with the eyes and not, as I had thought, the hooks. In a flash I had it undone and slipped it off her shoulders, looking down over them to see the curving swell of her inviting breasts. But she hadn't finished with her lesson - or her demonstration of my ineptitude.

She turned to face me and grinned when she saw my eyes automatically drop to get a proper look at her breasts. 'Attention please! The task now is to get under the skirt and see what we have there to get off the lady. Again remember, one hand only because the other is keeping her feeling warm and secure.'

Taking a loose hold around her waist with one hand I felt down with the other and of course found that I couldn't reach the hem of her skirt - but, by taking a handful of material I was able to gradually work it through my fingers until I felt the hem, then get under it and feel her nylon clad thigh beneath it.

Of course this was long before the days of pantyhose.' Brian said to me. 'I miss stockings, they were very sexy.' I made a mental note of that as he continued.

'So it was easier to actually get to feel a woman's pussy but if you planned on making love with her you had to learn to cope with suspender belts because stockings, particularly nylons were expensive and girls were always careful about not getting ladders in them, which was bound to happen if she kept her stockings on.' he explained.

'Anyway -' he continued. 'that came later. Having succeeded in getting under the skirt I rewarded myself by taking time to enjoy the feel of her and, taking charge of things for the first time, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. She must have got something from my inept fumblings because she responded immediately, her tongue twining with mine and her arms hugging me tight. As we continued to kiss I used the hand that was still under her skirt to explore her, slipping it up over the welt of her stocking, feeling my fingers tingle as they touched the warm firmness of the back of her thigh, then on up to the panty covered curve of her bottom, actually slipping them under the elastic edge of her pants and getting a full handful of the soft cheek. As I fondled her I felt her pushing herself against me, turning herself slightly so that her other thigh pressed between my legs and found the erect length of my cock.

Remembering the ultimate goal of the 'lesson' I reluctantly let go of her bottom and began to ease her pants little by little down over it - but try as I might, we were so tightly crushed together that I could only get just the back of them down over the curve of her arse. 

I guess 'nature' took over. Keeping a firm grasp of her bottom, I slid my lips from her mouth and began to kiss the side of her neck, then her shoulder and then, bending down, lower, across and between her breasts, then underneath one of them, then back up again until my lips felt the tightly jutting nipple and, as I took it between them and began to lightly suck on it, I heard her sigh with pleasure.

I simply hadn't known how much pleasure a woman can get from a man sucking her breasts, sounds silly doesn't it - but it's true. So, the combination of the pleasure I was getting from squeezing and sucking on her smooth, firm flesh and discovering from her reactions to my caresses how nice it obviously was for her too, I felt I could have spent simply ages doing just that - but of course I didn't, even greater pleasures lay elsewhere! 

Certainly with both breasts available for my attention I spent more time on them than was necessary but eventually I stopped and, getting down on my knees, trailed my lips down to the waistband of her skirt, then with a quick series of movements had that up over my head, my face pressed against the warmth of her belly and my fingers finishing the original task of pulling down her pants. And even as I helped her to step out of them I had my tongue probing through the mass of crinkly hair, smelling the scent of her arousal as I searched for the little button of sensitive flesh that I now knew was buried there.

But at that point she stopped me. 'Enough! That's enough for now darling!' she panted. 'You certainly don't need any more lessons in that department. Now let me do something nice for you.'

I couldn't really imagine anything 'nicer' than what I had been doing up to that point but I was happy to let her show me. 

As I got up she undid the fastening on her skirt, simply let it drop and then stepped out of it. Again I couldn't help myself gaping at her. Of course I had seen pictures in the magazines that circulated amongst school-boys, of women dressed like that, naked apart from stockings and suspender belt and had often masturbated while looking at them. But the reality of having Doreen standing there like that was a hundred times more powerful than any picture and I felt a sudden surge of blood to my cock as I stared open-mouthed.

'I hoped you'd like me like this.' she said in a quiet, husky voice. 'Last Saturday night I was lying in bed, remembering the wonderful things you did to me that afternoon and got very sexy again. I began to think about this evening and wondered what to wear for you. I got up and tried on all sorts of things - I'm sure you'll like at least some of them too, another time. But then I had the idea of contrasts, to start with something very ordinary, very unsexy - but to end up with something I thought you would really like. The bra and panties match this suspender belt and I'd thought you'd get to see them all together - but that hasn't worked out and it doesn't matter anyway, I can see how much you like me like this. But you have to understand that it makes me feel incredibly horny too, just standing here for you to look at and seeing how much you like what you can see.'

I heard every word but I didn't take my eyes off her body. It was the first time I'd had a chance to really stand back and just look at her and I realised just how beautiful her body was - how perfectly it was proportioned. The swell of her still firm breasts matching that of her hips, her tiny waist accentuating each just that much more, her smoothly rounded thighs and tapering legs, and between them the dense mass of curly hair, just a shade or two darker than that on her head.

It seems we stood there for an age, she enjoying seeing how much pleasure I was getting from looking at her. But after a while she increased it still more when she began to slowly move around for me - first just turning on the spot so I could see her from behind too, then taking a few steps one way, then another, stopping and posing herself for me so I could get a really good look at her from all angles. I just stood there, feeling my damp hands clenching and unclenching as the effect she had on me grew stronger and stronger.

Somehow she knew when enough was enough for me but when she finally moved towards me I found that I was rooted to the spot and could only stand statue-like as she began to unbutton my shirt. Even when she started on my trousers and then kneeled in front of me and pushed those and my underpants down over my hips, I don't think I made a move to help her. I know she had trouble getting them over the rigid mass of my cock and that I heard her gasp of surprise when she finally freed it and it shot up, almost vertically in front of her face.

But her gasp was nothing compared to the sound I made when she took a firm hold of it, wet her lips, slid them over the bloated cock-head and then somehow took all of me deep into her mouth.

The first time she had taken me like that had really been a bit of a shock to me, this time was completely different, this time I sensed that she was doing it as much for herself as she was for me - that she wanted, needed to taste and feel the mass me filling her mouth and throat - that she was actually hungry for it! She certainly went about it as though she was. While her mouth was bobbing and sucking she used one hand to hold steady the steel-hard shaft while the other, gently at first and then progressively more firmly, fondled and squeezed my balls, as though trying to urge the thick stuff up out of them.

Given the way I was feeling before she started and the expert way she was attacking me it wasn't long before both of us felt the start of the inevitable climax. When I felt the first powerful surge welling up I cried out - 'I'm going to come, I'm coming!' - and tried to pull myself out of her mouth. But she gurgled something, I felt her shake her head and then bob and suck even more determinedly - and I realised that she actually wanted me to come in her mouth!

And of course I did - with enormous force - and as I stood there, the strength of my entire body convulsively pumping load after load deep into her throat, I felt her sucking and swallowing furiously so as to get every single drop of it.

But it didn't finish there - I'd become so worked up that even when she had sucked me dry my cock was still hard and when Doreen saw that too she looked up at me, her eyes shining brilliantly. 'One more time lover!' she said. 'Before he changes his mind' Then literally led me to the bed, pushed me flat down on to it and, straddling me and giving out a long, deep sigh of satisfaction, sank herself down on to my cock.

Once she'd got all of me up inside her she began to rise and fall, very, very slowly. The feel of her warm, wet pussy slipping up and down the length of my shaft seemed to be making my cock even bigger and harder than it had been before. Then, as semen began to refill my balls I felt them starting to ache as the pressure inside them grew. Apart from our moans and grunts of mindless pleasure neither had really spoken, we were each too preoccupied with what was happening to our bodies to talk. But as she worked me up to fever pitch and the pressure build-up grew to an almost unbearable level my tortured body began to demand its release. 'Faster! Please!' I groaned almost plaintively. And to my relief, perhaps because at about the same time her own needs were becoming more demanding, she immediately increased her tempo.

I heard myself gasping as her movements became more urgent, the controlled, rise and fall giving way to harder, sharper actions and as her body responded to that it felt as though her pussy was actually tightening, gripping me, intensifying the thrills I was feeling and pushing me even closer to my climax. I wouldn't have believed it possible that after the massive climax she had already given me I could have had another so quickly - but I did and it was even more powerful than the first. 

Hers hit her suddenly! One moment she was riding me with a degree of control, still able to savour the thrills that my body was giving her - but the next, she gave a shriek and then literally pounded herself down on to me. Even through the flood of other sensations I could feel the spasming contractions of her pussy as she frenziedly rammed herself up and down my upwardly powering cock.

Then whatever it was that had been holding back the growing volume inside my balls suddenly gave way, allowing the mass to surge up through me, scalding up through my cock and pumping several more enormous gouts of semen deep up inside her.

Even when I was utterly drained of every single drop I continued thrusting, less powerfully but still driven by the force of what we had experienced together. But eventually of course our bodies slowed, our gasping breaths only just drowning out the sound of our wildly beating hearts and, having pulled her down on top of me we were both too exhausted to do more than simply stay like that until we had recovered a little. '



Chapter 18

Developing 





Sue Ch. 17-20



Thinking back over the last hour or so I realised that it had been up and down like a yo-yo, as he got aroused from one set of memories, quietened down as we talked over the various incidents and then was re-aroused as he unfolded the rest of that particular experience. Although his descriptions had been so vivid that I had felt myself getting as wet as he was hard I felt his need was the stronger, they were after all his memories that he was resurrecting. And though I realised it might jeopardise his ability to make love to me later that evening, I was determined to give him as good an orgasm as the one he remembered Doreen giving him all those years before - even if he no longer had the youthful, explosive power that he had had then.

Once I was sure that this time Brian wasn't going to stop me I knelt on the floor between his wide-spread legs - and using the skills I had learned and practised with the various boys I had known and Richard in particular - I took my time and slowly built on the level of excitement his own memories had created. I didn't care whether he was thinking of Mary, June, Doreen or even his wife, I just wanted to give him another memory to store with the others - and at the same time give myself the pleasure that I knew would come from being able to produce a truly spectacular orgasm for him. 

I'll admit that there was also a touch of perverse pleasure in the thought of reducing this particular man, with all his reserve, control and consideration for others to an exhausted, quivering heap of totally drained jelly. But I'm sure that was incidental to everything else!

Whatever my motives - I achieved my goal when, after teasing him almost unmercifully I finally gave Brian what I felt sure was, if not his best ever, certainly his most spectacular climax for many years. Although I had been working for it, when I finally let him shoot down my throat I was amazed by both the number of loads and the total volume of the thick, creamy semen he had stored up and if he hadn't thrust himself so deep into my throat I'd probably not have been able to swallow it all - as it was he literally pumped most of it straight down my gullet.

After I had sucked him completely dry he lay back on the settee, obviously totally drained, while I got up and poured us both a large drink and having taken a mouthful he put the glass down, looked up at me as I stood in front of him and said.

'I don't know why you did that - whatever the reason, it was indescribably wonderful. But I'm afraid that at the moment I feel as though I'll never be able to come again.' Then he reached up for my hand, pulled me back down beside him and kissed me, long and hard.

When we eventually came up for air I said. 'I'm glad I could do it for you lover. Your memories had got you so wound up I thought you might burst if I didn't - and from the amount you gave me I'm surprised you hadn't already.' I added with a satisfied grin. 'Now that I've relieved some of the pressure you can finish telling me about what happened with you and Doreen, then we'll see what happens next.'

'You want to hear more?'

'Yes, everything please. How long did the relationship go on for?'

'Oh, I suppose about a year, maybe a bit more.'

'What did you do about contraception - they didn't have the pill then did they?'

'No, that was still years and years away. Doreen couldn't have any more kids, there had been some sort of complication after June's birth which meant they'd had to remove parts of her inside. So that was one thing we didn't even have to worry about. She still had periods though and I soon learned that those made her feel even sexier than she normally was.'

'I'm the same. How did you cope with that?'

'Oh we'd still make love, most times anyway. I suppose I was a bit put off the first time I saw myself covered with her blood but we were sensible, she always kept a towel handy at that time of the month. She'd not let me do it on her really heavy day though, if that coincided with one of my visits she'd treat me to something else instead - and I don't mind admitting that I got to look forward to those times.'

'What do you mean - 'something else' - what did she do?'

'Basically masturbate me - but do it in all sorts of different ways.'

'Tell me some, you know how much I like doing that for you too, tell me what you liked best.'

'It would be hard for you to improve on what you just did to me darling! I like anything you do, you know that and as far as I'm concerned you don't have a thing to learn.' he answered.

'Tell me anyway, please.'

'It sounds silly really but it was exciting at the time - and I think a lot of that came from seeing just how much she actually enjoyed doing it. She particularly loved the final bit, seeing it shoot out of me, she'd get a real kick when she was able to get it to go a bit further than usual. She found that if she kept me stirred up for a while I had bigger, well stronger climaxes than I did if she just did it straight off - so she'd work me up, which wasn't difficult remember, then she'd sort of keep me there, used to drive me mad sometimes - but I knew it was going to be worth it in the end.

Other times she'd put some sort of oil on herself, between her breasts, then while she held them close together she'd have me thrust up between them - sometimes she'd do the same thing with her bottom. I'd not get inside her you understand, just up and down the crack between her cheeks. The different sensations I got from those things were exciting.'

'What about with her mouth, did she suck you off often?'

'Oh yes, we both liked doing that to each other anytime - sometimes before, sometimes after making love - but during the heavy day of her period she'd not let me do it to her - but she'd make a real feast out of doing it to me.'

I chuckled at that. 'It sounds as though you kept each other really busy. But what about friends of your own age?'

'I managed to keep up with them too, as well as my college work, in fact I got a very good pass that year. Somehow I managed to fit everything in, though there were times when I didn't get too much sleep - but you have to remember that I was young, lots of energy to burn.'

'I don't think I had that much when I was that age.'

'And don't forget, we didn't have TV soaking up our time - most people did things, not just sit around at home staring at a box - times were different.'

'But your friends, your parents, didn't anyone suspect anything, I mean you said you didn't have any girl-friends, that would seem odd wouldn't it?'

'We went around in a group most of the time, there were girls of course, it's just that I didn't fancy any of them sexually, as much as Doreen I mean. So I made no demands on them - I'd have a bit of a kiss and a cuddle with someone - but that was it. That wasn't unusual either, in those days. There were a couple of times when I thought my mother knew, or at least suspected. She sometimes gave me an odd look, asked a few questions - but I'll never know whether she actually knew and decided I was 'safer' with a woman who knew what she was doing, than with a virgin who was likely to get pregnant, or whether she only had suspicions. Whatever, it's a bit late to worry about it now.'

'And you never got caught out by anyone?'

'No, though we nearly did, a couple of times. Once by a neighbour who popped in for a chat, people used to do that, they'd leave their back doors open most of the time so it was easy to pop in to a neighbour's house. Doreen said she had a migraine and was resting and got rid of her that way. Though I must say that in my own mind I'm sure that woman actually guessed what was going on - after all she had the best chance of anyone, she must have seen me coming and going a lot of times.

The other time was a bit more dramatic, June came home. She was out with her 'banker' and they'd had a tiff of some sort and she'd left in a huff. Luckily we were in the bed-room at the time or we would have been caught red-handed, so to speak. Anyway Doreen went out, used her headache story again as the reason for being in bed so early and took June into the lounge-room, closing the door behind her. That gave me a chance to gather my things and creep out the back way - we got away with it but it gave us both a bit of a scare for a while.'

'But it obviously didn't stop you.'

'No way!'

'You said earlier that Doreen wasn't into anything kinky, what did you mean by that?'

'Well these days you read about all sorts of things, I've no objection to people getting up to whatever turns them on, so long as they don't hurt someone else in the process that is. But I guess we were more naive, you didn't hear much about those things then, so you really weren't so aware of them. And as we weren't living together we didn't have the same opportunities to plan things, we were snatching time together remember. Most times the sheer excitement of having an hour or two was more than enough of a turn-on for both of us. And I guess the fact that I was a typically horny teen-ager meant I could be ready for her in a matter of minutes, seconds sometimes.' he said with a mischievous grin. 'I think that as far as Doreen was concerned that made up for any lack of creativity on my part.

But looking back, it would have been nice if we'd been able to do what you and I have this week-end, get out, go somewhere, take opportunities as they arose. That's what's made our time together so wonderful darling - plus the fact that you are so gorgeous and such a brilliant lover I mean.' he added quickly.

I smiled understandingly. 'I know what you mean, yes it has been wonderful, just as wonderful for me as for you remember.'

'But, given the limitations and restrictions we still managed to keep things fresh, just by doing little things.'

'What sort of things?' I asked eagerly.

'Oh, they sound a bit silly now - but they were exciting for us, for me anyway. Sometimes it was the way Doreen would dress - dress was far more conservative then, a woman would never dream of going without a bra for instance, that's one reason why I'd got so excited that first day. When I'd arrive I'd find her wearing a really tight top of some sort, so tight I could see her nipples sticking out - that would get me going almost straight away. Other times a short skirt - and then she'd make sure I soon found out she had nothing on underneath it. She got hold of some really sexy, black underwear from somewhere or other, she'd just wear a loose robe over the top, making sure I had plenty of opportunity to get a glimpse of what was waiting for me. Those sorts of things.'

'And you, what did you do?'

'There wasn't much I could do - or that I ever thought of doing. I didn't have the money for fancy clothes or anything like that. But there was one thing she loved me to do for her and although I felt a bit strange the first time, when I saw how much she liked me like that I soon got over it and used to put on a show for her from time to time.'

'What was that? What sort of a show?'

'She liked to be able to see me walking around, without trousers and pants on, not completely naked, just the bottom half, she liked me to keep a shirt on, said it was even sexier that way. And if I had an erection or even half a one then that would really get her going!'

'I can understand that, I get excited seeing you that way too.'

He smiled. 'The show's not as good as it was in those days.'

'Quite good enough for me thank you darling.' I answered softly.

'That's very hard to believe.'

'But it's true. So, what did she do, while you were in just your shirt I mean?'

'Sometimes she'd simply watch me. She'd find some excuse to get me to move around, ask me to fetch something for her, get me to make a cup of tea, something like that. Just so she could see it better. If she was already feeling sexy she'd play with herself, as she had done that first day, in the bath-room. From time to time she'd get up and play with me - 'just to keep me interested', as she put it - she'd caress it, make it really hard, then sit down again and just look at it for a bit longer.

I remember one particular time she had me like that and for some reason she'd kept me in suspense for longer than usual, got me really worked up. I was thinking that any minute I was going to just put her down on the floor and have her, then suddenly the light in the hallway went out, the globe had gone. She got up and went to get a new one and because the hall had a very high ceiling, a small pair of step-ladders. Naturally I said I'd fix it and had got up on the ladder, reached up and unscrewed the old globe, when suddenly I felt her hands slide up between my legs and start fondling me. 

In the time it had taken for her to get the globe and ladder my previous erection had subsided a bit but I think that first touch brought it straight back again and in the minute or so it took me to get the old globe out and the new one in she had got it even bigger than it had been before. I started to try to get down but she looked up, said - 'Stay there.' - and continued to slowly stroke me. With me standing on the ladder my cock was exactly level with her mouth and after watching my head get more and more bloated she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. She took me like that, me having to hang on to the ladder for support as my knees buckled from the force of the climax.'

'I can visualise that, I like the idea. She sounds even more sexy than I am and no wonder you enjoyed visiting her, she's just the kind of lady every teen-age boy should have for a while.'

I paused, I wanted to know the answers to a couple of questions but didn't want to spoil the atmosphere that our mutual story-telling had created for us. I sipped at my drink, hoping Brian would continue to the logical conclusion without my prompting - but when he didn't my female curiosity finally got the better of me.

'So, after that year, what happened?'

For a moment or two I thought he wasn't going to answer but then I realised he was in fact getting things straight in his own mind before he answered me. Finally he said. 'It was of those things caused by a series of events, no single one of them would have been enough to alter things - but the combination changed the lives of a lot of people.

Doreen's mother lived in the country and just after June finished at school, she got pretty sick. The fact that June hadn't yet started work meant that Doreen didn't have that to keep her at home, so she decided that she and June should visit her mother. Well her mother was worse than anyone had thought and a visit that was supposed to be for a week or so turned out to be one lasting several weeks. 

Naturally I missed Doreen - and the regular sex I'd become very used to - and had more time on my hands to go out with my friends. Well, to cut a long story short, I'd been to a barbecue put on by the church youth group during which one of the girls made it fairly obvious she liked me and after it was over I said I'd walk her home. We stopped in a park for a bit of a kiss and a cuddle and I forgot I was holding an inexperienced girl, automatically kissed and caressed her the way I did Doreen. She would have been used to the nervous fumblings of the other boys and I suppose that in a way I just I sort of overwhelmed her, over-loaded her built-in defence mechanism. Anyway, we ended up having sex. 

Of course I'd never had to worry about contraceptives with Doreen and even after we'd finished the thought didn't cross my mind. I saw the girl again at the week-end and she was obviously keen to repeat the experience and of course we did - and still the need for condoms never entered my head.

Well, that was it, she got pregnant! By the time Doreen got back from her mother's we'd found out - and, as you did in those days, we'd agreed to get married.'

'How did Doreen take it?'

'Quite well really, I got the impression she was sort of expecting it - not that I'd get someone pregnant - but that sooner or later I'd meet someone my own age. Being away for all those weeks probably helped a bit, she'd missed me of course - but she'd started to get used to not having me regularly. But the night I went round to tell her was one of the worst nights of my life, I never wanted to go through something like that again as long as I lived.'

'Did you make love to her?'

'That night?'

'Yes.'

'Yes I did - but in a way I wished I hadn't - for the first time since we'd started it all, I felt terrible about it. Torn between wanting to please her, not wanting to hurt her and feeling guilty about Katherine, my wife, I mean the girl who was going to be my wife.'

'You said - 'that night' - was there another time?'

'Once, after Katherine and I were married, towards the end of her pregnancy. We'd not been able to make love for a month or so and Katherine wasn't very adventurous when it came to sex, never liked touching me very much and I guess she just didn't realise how a man gets to feel after a while, so I was feeling really randy. I was still at college, working nights and week-ends at a local factory and was on my way home one Sunday afternoon, when I bumped into Doreen. She looked so good, so incredibly sexy and all the things we had done together just came flooding back. She must have seen how I felt - and felt the same way herself - anyway I went home with her.'

'And?'

'We fucked our eyes out - as they say! I was there for about three hours - I have no idea how many times I fucked her - I use that word because that's what it was that time, me fucking her. As I said, I've no idea how many times but my cock was raw for days afterwards. It was as though a dam inside me had been storing it up for all those months and when it burst, it just wouldn't stop, it poured out of me.'

'That was the last time?'

'Yes - a bit after that they moved. The story was that her mother had got sick again and that she'd had to go back to live, to take care of her. I wrote to her, just once and the letter was returned 'Not Known' - I got the message and didn't try to contact her again.'

When he had finished he sat there quietly, I got up and poured us fresh drinks, sat down beside him again and gave him all the time he needed to let the vividness of those memories fade, knowing from my own, less dramatic experience just how powerful they could be.

A little later he turned and looked at me, his eyes were very soft and seemed to be brimming with emotion, he didn't say anything for a long time, simply sat there looking at me but finally he stood and having put our glasses on the side-table, took me by the hand and lifted me up. 'Let's go to bed darling.'

We lay closely wrapped in each other's arms, I loved the feeling of having the secure warmth of his body pressed gently against my own and shifted around until I had one of his legs between mine and could feel the lean strength of his thigh pressing against me. 

I recalled the events of the week-end and as I did, brief pictures of them flashed in front of my mind's eye - Brian expertly swinging the boat into the shore to pick me up from the park early the previous morning, the river unwinding ahead of us as we cruised slowly upstream, the clearing where we had moored, making love there, splashing about in the river like a couple of kids, the walk, the power of him as he took me from behind. Those and the dozens of other pictures that followed them brought faintly pleasant tingles to various parts of my body and the combination of those and the feel of his arms gently holding me soon had me drifting off to sleep.

It must have been an hour or two later when I woke with a shiver, my body felt cool and after a few moments' confusion I realised that Brian was no longer beside me in bed. Sitting up and looking around I saw that the door was open and, silhouetted against the star-filled sky I saw him, just standing there. I watched for a few minutes, waiting to see if he would sense me watching him, willing him to turn around - but he didn't, even when I slipped from the bed and padded across the carpet to stand behind him. I reached out, whispered his name and felt his body tense and jerk in surprise as I touched him.




Sue Ch. 17-20



'What's the matter darling?'

He turned, put his arms around me and as he clutched me tightly against himself I could feel his body shaking. 'What's wrong?' I asked again. He didn't answer, just held me even tighter so I put my arms around him and gently stroked him, waiting until he was ready, or able to talk to me.

We stood in the doorway for a long time, every now and then I'd think he was going to say something but at the last second it would get blocked - and one time, just for a moment, I thought he was going to weep. But eventually I felt some of his tension lessening, his almost bruising hold of me slackened a little and after a little while longer he bent and kissed first my shoulder and then my neck. His lips were as warm and soft as ever and I felt a different kind of shiver run through me as he nuzzled me, then lifted my face to kiss my waiting lips.

'It's all right love, just a rather bad dream. I'm sorry I disturbed you.' he eventually said, then went on. 'You'll get cold standing here, let's get back to bed.'

He closed the door with one hand and then led me back across the room, got back beneath the sheets with me and we slipped straight back into the position we had lain in earlier, his thigh between my legs. I pulled his head towards me and kissed him, ruffling his hair and stroking the back of his neck and quickly felt his lips responding to me. As the kiss continued on and his hands held me closer I realised that it was no longer just his thigh that I could feel pressing against me - I could feel his cock slowly rising.

As it grew he stirred, his hands began to move slowly over me, stroking, caressing, taking his time, his fingers obviously enjoying the feel of me as much as I thrilled to their gentle, expert touch. And then, a little later, he rolled me beneath him and came smoothly into me. For a long time we lay there together, quite still, enjoying the sense of oneness that it gave both of us - but then I felt the stiffened length of him stir and was thrilled more deeply as he began to slowly move it in and out of me.

It was a sweet and tender love-making, not culminating in a mighty climax that left us both gasping, exhausted - instead I was treated to several smaller, gentler peaks that, as one merged with the next seemed more like a single, undulating event that simply rolled on and on, like waves on the sea. Somehow I knew that Brian didn't really need to climax, he was concerned only with maximising my continuing pleasure - and I wallowed in the bliss his seemingly untiring action generated. But just when I thought I'd finally had enough, he did - gently, as though even that act was for my, rather than his own pleasure - as though it was a final gift he was giving me.

Even when we'd finished we remained locked together, savouring each minute we still had together, fighting the drowsiness that threatened to steal them from us. But of course we lost and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.



Chapter 19

A New Start

The morning was difficult for us both and my mind has blocked out much of the memory of it - but I can't forget the almost unbearable unhappiness I felt as I drove away, the sight of Brian standing there, waving sadly as he watched me go. I drove home, seeing the road through misted, tear-filled eyes and found it hard to believe that it was only two days since I had driven along the same road. Two days! We seemed to have packed a whole life-time into those short days and nights.

I had the rest of that week to get through before I would see him again and knew that even when I did it would be under totally different circumstances - we would be back to the stolen hour or two here and there, the quick coming together. 

Suddenly I felt sure I knew what he had been thinking that last night, as he stood staring up into the night sky - he had been comparing himself to Doreen, realising, perhaps for the first time just how she must have felt about him - and the hopelessness of their relationship. What had started out for both of them - and for he and I too - as just a physical, no-strings attached adventure, had developed into something deeper, more demanding, something that she and now he, had realised threatened to change the course of their and now our, lives. 

I spent many hours alone, trying to decide if that was what I really wanted, if I was prepared to live with what I would do to everyone else involved - his wife, children, job, his very life-style - if I tried to go after what I then really wanted, which was of course to have Brian for myself.

So, before the end of that week I found myself in Mrs. Morrisey's office, I was embarrassed to treat her the way I had to, apologising to her for the fact that I wasn't giving her or the company the required notice of my leaving. She tried to find out why - but I couldn't explain and was so close to tears that I knew if I had to say anything more about my reasons it would be the end of my resolve - so I said nothing more than that the reasons were purely personal.

I hoped Brian would understand my motives and, other than a large, anonymous bouquet of red roses that arrived on the day after he returned to work, he made no contact. I don't know that I have ever really got over him, there's a part of me that wished it could have been different for us both - but of course in time there were other men in my life, even men with the staying power I like so much - but sometimes I find myself looking back to the events of my earlier years and often re-live the memories of the wonderful times Brian and I had together.

My parents of course couldn't understand why I had left what they thought had been such a good job and although I didn't go into any details I let Mum think it had something to do with me being on the receiving end of some unpleasant advances from someone. Not exactly fair of me I know but I wasn't really equipped to handle the complex emotional turmoil and certainly couldn't face being grilled by them as well. It only took me a couple of weeks to find myself a new job and as the pay and prospects were even better than they had been with the previous company, they quickly forgot all about the somewhat odd circumstances.

Over the next few years I did remarkably well, as I've said, I enjoyed business and found I had a flair for being able to get things done. I progressed from being just a secretary to being a personal assistant and having had jobs in various sections of a number of companies found my real niche, in Public Relations and it wasn't long before I could afford to leave home, at first sharing a flat with another girl, which of course gave me much of the freedom I had always longed for. Funnily enough, I found that just having a place wasn't the key to great sex that I had expected it to be, although, as I said, there were from time to time good men, exciting men, there were also a lot of times when I was quite lonely and even more when I was physically very frustrated. 

After a series of small successes I was offered a good position with a company specialising in the business of Public Relations and grabbed it - and that's how I met John, the first man I actually lived with.

John was - and still is - a free-lance writer, that is he doesn't work for any particular company, he takes jobs that come along that he likes or needs. The company I work for has quite a few people like that doing work for us - each tends to specialise in particular fields, so when we get a client in one area of business we commission a writer who has interest or experience in that. John is a bit different to most, he likes to work in a variety of areas, doesn't like being pigeon-holed and as the company regarded his work very highly it naturally wasn't long before I got to meet and work with him.

The attraction was mutual and instant although there was nothing either of us could do about it at the time as we were part of a group of people visiting a client's production plant. They felt they might run into problems with government departments about local pollution from a new manufacturing process and although they had installed the latest type of equipment wanted my company to develop a public relations campaign to ensure people got to hear their side of the story. When my boss briefed me about the project he told me he had already spoken with John and hired him as the writer. As I already knew his reputation I was looking forward to meeting and working with him - but nobody had told me that as well as being a good professional he was also young and extremely attractive, so I guess that when he was introduced to me my reaction to him was more obvious than I would have liked it to be.

But, touring a complex manufacturing plant is not exactly conducive to romantic interludes and although I knew he was watching me and I don't mind admitting I was taking every opportunity to give him more than a casual once-over too, apart from a gentle squeeze of my hand as the party split-up after the briefing, nothing happened between us. However, he rang me first thing the following morning, suggesting we meet to discuss the overall direction of the project and that if I liked, we could do that over lunch. I accepted of course!

John is tall, on the slim side, with dark brown, just slightly wavy hair and although he looks absolutely nothing like Brian, the first moment we met I was immediately reminded of him. It was only later that I realised that it was the eyes, that same soft brown colouring, the same, slightly sad look in them. Maybe that was part of his attraction for me but I'm sure that even if his eyes had been nothing like Brian's I would still have felt the same tingling excitement that I did as I headed for the restaurant John and I had agreed to meet at for lunch.

Although we discussed the project and came up with some good ideas as to how we would handle it, I was very conscious of the tension in the air between us and, having covered what we needed to discuss and the conversation then began to include things other than pure business, I felt it getting even stronger. John had the knack of being both a good talker and a good listener, he seemed genuinely interested in what I said and I found he also had the wit and ability to make me laugh with his occasional odd, dry comments.

So, in a way I was a bit disappointed when, as we got ready to leave he said. 'I've really enjoyed this, I hope we can do it again sometime.'

In my own mind I had already prepared an excuse as to why I wouldn't be back at the office that afternoon and was getting ready to phone my boss with it. I knew my flat-mate wouldn't be home from work for several hours and had already run a preview of the possible events of the rest of the afternoon in my head, getting myself even more worked-up in the process of course. So it was an anti-climax to hear him put-out merely the usual polite feeler as to whether I was interested in him or not.

But even so I was a bit surprised to hear myself answer. 'I didn't realise you had another appointment. I thought you were going to suggest I see something of your work.'

I was pleased to see his reaction was a mixture of both surprise and, more importantly, delight. He too reacted quickly to my blatant come-on, his eyes twinkled and a quirky little grin played around the corners of his mouth as he said.

'I thought that would have to wait until another time - I assumed you weren't free. But if you don't have to rush off somewhere - I'd be thrilled to show you absolutely anything of mine that you'd enjoy looking at.'

So, I made the planned phone call and, as I found that John didn't have a car I drove us back to his flat instead of mine. Neither of us said very much during the relatively short drive and though I kept my eyes on the road and the traffic I knew his were constantly flicking sideways, examining what he could of me. I was wearing a short, straight skirt so as I drove he had plenty of opportunity to get a good look at my legs and I had purposely worn a bra and blouse that set-off my small but nicely rounded breasts. The combination of my own already roused excitement, feeling his eyes roaming freely over my various curves and the anticipation of what I hoped was to come soon had me feeling positively randy and I just hoped that after all that I wasn't going to be disappointed, that he didn't already have a woman - or even worse, a man - sharing his life.

But I only needed a quick look around inside his flat to put my mind at rest on both counts. Although it was pretty tidy for a man's place, there were no obviously feminine touches and from the almost stark functionality of everything it was equally apparent there was no gay influence either. I had excused myself as he'd closed the door behind us, saying I had to use his bath-room, which was true but which also gave me a chance to quickly check-out whether or not he lived alone - the number of tooth-brushes is always the best indication - and there was only one!

John had asked if I would like coffee or a brandy, I had said, 'Both please.' and took the opportunity of poking my head into the other rooms while he got that ready. It was quite a small flat, with two bed-rooms, the smaller of which he used for his writing, the larger had, I was glad to see, a double-bed - still unmade of course - and a comfortable looking lounge-room. I re-joined him in the kitchen just as he was pouring the brandies and as I took one from him our eyes met and in them I saw again that wicked twinkle that I had seen earlier, in the restaurant.

'To an enjoyable and successful relationship.' he said as he clinked glasses.

I took a large sip and felt the heat of the spirit spreading through me, then, without another word, he took the still half-full glass from my hand, took me in his arms and kissed me. I was in no mood to play the coy maiden and responded eagerly, finding his tongue with mine and, reaching round to take a firm grasp of his buttocks, pulled him tightly up against myself. He obviously realised I was already wanting him and it wasn't long before he broke from my arms and, returning my drink to me with one hand, took the other in one of his and gently pulled me after himself as he said.

'Let's get more comfortable Sue.'

He made no comment about the state of the bed as he led me into his bed-room, just put his glass on the table beside it and, after brushing his lips against mine, simply began to slowly undress me. Having unbuttoned my blouse he slipped it off and I felt delicious tingles running through me as he lightly trailed his finger-tips across my shoulders and down my arms. The lacy bra I'd worn was front-fastening and seeing that, he wasted no time in undoing it but then, instead of just taking it off he slowly uncovered first one breast and then the other, again thrilling me with the light touch of his fingers as they traced the outline of each curve.

'Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Sue.' he murmured as he looked briefly up into my eyes, his gentle hands lifting each breast in turn, his fingers squeezing and lightly rolling the incredibly sensitive tips. Then, having finally slipped the bra off my shoulders he dipped his fingers into the brandy glass, knelt in front of me and lightly stroked them over the now stiff and jutting nipples.

The effect was electric, as though each was on fire - a fire that he then delightfully quenched with his moist lips, tongue and mouth. I put my brandy glass down on the table beside his, freeing my hands so that I could use them to gently hold his head against first one and then the other as I gave myself up to the pleasures that his nuzzling mouth was producing.

Then I became aware that his hands were fumbling with the zip on my skirt, being straight and tight he wouldn't be able to get it down over the curve of my hips and as I released his head and shifted to help him get it off me I silently swore to myself that I had put on pantyhose and not stockings that morning. But once the skirt was out of the way the pantyhose soon followed and, after his fingers had spent a while sending thrilling tingles from my thighs and on up through my spine, the tiny bikini panties also joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.

Then his hands slipped around behind me and as his fingers squeezed the fullness of my bottom, urging me forwards, he pressed his warm, moist lips against my stomach and, even as I heard myself start to quietly say - 'Please - please kiss my pussy John!' - he pushed me backwards and down on to the bed.

I felt my legs being parted and, as he remained kneeling on the floor, I bent them and pulled myself forward until my bottom was right on the edge of the bed, giving him easy access to my sex and then sighed with pleasure as I felt the slight roughness of his cheeks against the soft skin on the inside of my thighs. But even though I wanted to feel it so much, the first swipe of his tongue between my pussy lips and up over the already swollen nub of my clitoris was so intense that my entire body jerked and as I arched upwards I felt his hands slip under my bottom, to support me.

As our relationship developed I learned that he loved doing it to me almost as much as I loved having it done, he would happily spend an hour at a time just slowly, thoroughly kissing, licking and sucking my pussy, giving me climax after climax. But I didn't know all that then and as I didn't know how long he was prepared to stay down there but knew how badly I needed to come that way, instead of just lying back and enjoying the variety of sensations I eventually discovered he was capable of giving me, I urged myself towards a quick and sudden climax. I screamed as it ripped through my body then shuddered as I felt his mouth sucking me dry and then became aware of the way his lips and tongue were still, slowly but insistently working on my then super-sensitive clit.

Realising he was prepared to give me more than a quick thrill and a fast fuck I moaned softly in anticipation of what was still to come, stroked the hair on the back of his head and whispered - 'You can't imagine how good that feels John. Don't stop just yet, please.'

Obviously he couldn't answer me but he certainly did just as I had asked and it wasn't until after he had given me another, smaller orgasm that he finally pushed me further back on the bed, stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. Although my eyes were glazed from the continuous pleasures his mouth and tongue had given me I watched as he stripped and was pleased when I saw that he had broader shoulders than I had expected, a well shaped, hairless chest, a tight, flat stomach and nicely shaped legs - and from the size of the bulge in his pants I felt sure I wasn't going to be disappointed about the size of his cock either.

I wasn't! As he slipped his pants down and stepped out of them I had a chance to see it for the first time, like himself, long and lean - not as thick as some I had previously known and probably not the longest either - but nicely shaped, with a large, smoothly helmeted head which was already glossy from the stuff that had oozed out in reaction to his own extended arousal.

I was limp and weak from my two orgasms and I wasn't sure I was capable of another quite so quickly but, when I felt the long hardness of his cock sliding easily up into me, I was thrilled and happy to feel myself responding in that old, familiar way. I sighed as I felt it and smiled up at him, noticing that his lips and chin were still wet and as I looked into his eyes I saw that his increasing need had turned them a darker shade of brown.

'Aaah yes!' he moaned as he buried his cock all the way up into me until I felt his belly pressing firmly down on to mine. Bending his head low he kissed me full on the mouth - then, straightening up again he looked deep into my eyes and said. 'That's a beautiful, beautiful pussy Sue.'




Sue Ch. 17-20



'And you treated it beautifully too John.' I replied 'You're more than welcome to do what you did - and what you're doing now, any time it takes your fancy.' I added with a grin.

'That's an invitation I'm going to accept, you can be sure of that.' he answered as he took most of his weight on his arms and shoulders and began to rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of me.

In spite of his highly excited state he was able to control his climax long enough for me to reach another and as he felt my pussy tightening for it he increased the speed of his movements, almost immediately bringing on my third - and, within a few seconds of that, his own too. My only real disappointment was that within another couple of minutes he had rolled off to lie beside me and, almost immediately, fallen asleep.



Chapter 20

Decisions

I lay there for a while, wondering whether this was just the start of another affair or if it might develop into something more lasting. We had some things in common, I liked his sense of humour and that he could make me laugh, he had a nice body and mine responded well to him. As I recalled those last few minutes of our love-making I saw him smiling down at me again, remembered the look in his eyes - and how much they reminded me of Brian's!

John slept on even after I had freshened myself up in the bath-room and got dressed, so I left a note on his bed-side table that just said - 'Call me!' - and went home. He did, later that evening and after apologising for going to sleep on me, asked to see me again the following Friday evening. I agreed of course and after that we started going out - and staying home together, more and more frequently.

The block of flats that John lived in was quite small and we didn't often meet any of the other occupants and when we did John just gave them a polite greeting, it seemed that everyone kept themselves pretty much to themselves. But there was one girl, rather attractive in an obvious kind of a way, who I thought must live on the floor below John's, that I met a couple of times as I was either arriving or leaving. The first time I really took no notice of her, other than to observe that her shoes and bag didn't really go well with the outfit she was wearing - but I had the feeling she was examining me with more than just simple curiosity. The second time, about a week later, I felt sure of it - and somehow knew that she and John either had something going between them or that they had until recently.

I didn't say anything to John at the time of course but a week or two later, when we were swapping experiences, I asked him about his previous love-life. Unlike Brian he didn't go into great detail, which disappointed me in a way and when he seemed to have finished I casually said - 'And what about the girl downstairs?'

He actually blushed! Anyway he admitted that they had been seeing each other up until about a month before I had come on the scene - and that there had been another couple of women before her who had also lived in the flats.

'It's probably because I work at home you see. Unlike most men I'm around the place during the day, I have more opportunities to meet the other residents. Anyway how did you guess I had been seeing her?'

'Just intuition I suppose. The way she looked at me, she looked as though she was sort of comparing me to something, or someone - herself I suppose. Is she nice?'

'How do you mean - 'nice'?' he asked with a laugh. 'In bed you mean?'

'I guess so.'

'O.K. - what can I say. We enjoyed each other for a while, we got on reasonably well - it was no great love affair, no broken hearts or passionate recriminations. As I said, it had finished before I even met you. Just as you can't erase all traces of the men you knew before me, I can't pretend you are the first woman I've ever been out, or to bed with.'

He was right of course - but it still gave me a funny feeling, knowing that below us, perhaps listening to us when we made love, was someone who had recently been in the same bed. 

What made it more difficult was the fact that behind the building was an alley-way which John's and the other flats at the back of the building over-looked. The building on the other side of the alley was taller and so noise from the flats was amplified and reflected back again. Most of the time it wasn't a problem but if someone was playing music too loudly or if a couple was having a row, everyone else got to share it. As at times I tend to make a bit of a noise when I climax I tried to remember to close John's bed-room window when I was visiting.

After several more weeks, by which time I felt sure I was actually falling in love with John, he suggested it would be more convenient if we shared the one flat and I agreed. In spite of the nagging concern I had about the girl on the floor below, his place was closer to the city and very convenient to where I worked, so I moved in with him. Everything was terrific - my parents and friends liked him, as time passed I found we actually got on even better together, he could always lift me out of the doldrums with his slightly off-beat sense of humour, and our sex life was very good.

I can't say there weren't times when I felt his beautiful cock about to explode inside me that I wished he could hold back longer or that I sometimes got frustrated at the way he tended to fall asleep after he had finished. But I wasn't complaining, in every other way he was a good lover and apart from the growing love I was feeling for him - as a man, I really liked him too. 

My job began to get more demanding about that time, I was given several new clients to take care of and as they were big companies they took more of my time and I also began to have to travel inter-state quite frequently. John was very supportive, as he knew the business he understood the demands and pressures well and made no complaints about the times I had to be away. Like any woman travelling on her own I was often the target for lonely businessmen's attention - but the thought of 'being unfaithful' to John hadn't crossed my mind, that is until various things began to happen just a few months after my frequent travelling began.

It was only later that I recalled that when I told him I had another two day trip the following week that John's reaction to the news was, in some odd way different to usual. We went to bed early and of course we made love, or I should say that John made love to me, far more vigorously than usual and that night it was my turn to fall asleep almost as soon as we had finished and I actually slept through the sound of my alarm clock the following morning and had a mad rush to get away in time.

It was when I was in the cab on the way to the airport that I realised I had left my keys behind, something I had never done before. After panicking a bit and then cursing myself for being so silly I realised all I had to do was ring John, let him know what I'd done and what time I expected to be home the following evening. That way I'd be sure that he was home to let me in. I didn't have time to ring from the airport and had a bit of a dash to get to my meeting at the other end of the flight, so it was almost lunch-time when I first tried to get him on the phone. I let it ring and ring but there was no answer, nor the next time I tried, nor the next. In fact I tried on and off most of the evening, finally giving up only because I had to get some sleep before another busy schedule the following day.

I tried again the next morning and admit I was relieved to hear John's voice. When I explained why I was ringing and told him I had tried on and off the previous afternoon and evening he replied very hesitantly, telling me that he had been out discussing a new job with a client during the afternoon and that they had gone on for drinks and dinner afterwards. On the surface the story was reasonable but I couldn't help thinking that he sounded as though he was feeling guilty about something. But I said nothing about that, just made sure he would be home to let me in that night, chatted briefly about what had happened to me and then we hung up. I sat, just looking at the phone for quite a while, my thoughts in turmoil - remembering the intensity of our love-making the previous night, unable to forget the incredible sensations he had given me - but at the same time not able to quieten the one thought sounding in my brain again and again - 'Why would he feel he had to lie to me?'

I got through the day and was relieved to get home, to find him there to greet me and that everything seemed absolutely normal. John had obviously taken care of some of the household chores, as he often did, there was a meal under way for us and in fact I began to think I had just been imagining things. He was too tired to make love to me that night but said that was because he had an urgent piece of work to finish and he was worried about it because it wasn't coming together properly. I could understand that and in fact put my previous worries and suspicions out of my mind - until that week-end that is.

I had been out shopping while John did some more work on the piece he had to have finished by the Monday morning, when I came into the downstairs hallway I heard the sound of someone in the communal laundry and, as I went upstairs noticed that the door to one of the flats was partly open. When I went up the final flight, to our level I found a little girl, two or three years old, standing outside the door to our flat. Guessing what had happened I asked her name, which she said was 'Tricia', took her hand and suggested we go and look for her mummy. The woman in the laundry was someone I had never seen before and I couldn't help noticing her strange reaction when I told her who I was and where I lived.

She seemed to be either incredibly nervous, or anxious about something - and when I said I had found Tricia on the top floor, standing outside John's flat I at first thought she was going to smack her but she somehow managed to control herself and instead, snatched her up and without another word literally fled upstairs and slammed her front door shut behind them.

I said nothing about all that to John but couldn't help myself wondering about it. Why she had acted so strangely when I told her who I was? Why would a mother react so strongly to her daughter just exploring the building she lived in? What could possibly have happened that would make her instinctively want to punish her for being near our flat? It just didn't make any sense.

I think I only saw the woman once after that and several weeks later, when I saw furniture being moved into the flat she had lived in, I realised she must have already left. It was quite a while before I discovered who the new tenants were, two nurses from a nearby hospital. If my instinct was right and John had been having sex with Tricia's mother, he had been remarkably careful about it, if it hadn't been for finding the little girl on our floor I would never have known it - but it wasn't too long after the nurses moved in that I knew he was definitely visiting one or both of them whenever I was away!

It was silly things at first - I found some pills in the bath-room cabinet and when I asked John what they were his answer just didn't ring true, several more times when I tried to ring him I got no answer, little jobs around the flat that he said he would do remained undone. Little things in themselves but not his usual behaviour. Then one day I developed a really splitting headache and left work earlier than usual, he was there when I got home but my arrival obviously unnerved him and as I gave him a kiss I smelt the still lingering traces of perfume - and sex, on him.

Perhaps I should have confronted him, had it out in a blazing row, done something - but I didn't, I felt too sick, from my headache and, more importantly from my disappointment in him and my own badly damaged pride. Instead I told him why I was home at that time, told him I just needed quiet rest and took myself off to bed. I lay there in the dark, my thoughts in a whirl, fitting all the previous events together to make a picture of what I felt sure had been John's 'extra activities' during the previous months - and trying to decide what I was going to do about it.

I didn't resolve the question that night, eventually I fell asleep and in the morning, still without saying anything I left at the usual time. But I didn't go to work - instead, having rung in sick I drove out of the city, heading nowhere in particular until, an hour or so later I finally stopped at a beach where I parked the car and walked beside the equally disturbed ocean.

I knew that again I had choices to make - I could confront him, I could ignore it, I could leave him, I could try to change him.

The last time I had had a big decision to make, about Brian, I had done what I thought was the 'honourable thing', ignoring my own emotions, being sensible, thinking of the others involved. I decided this time I would do what suited me best.

So I stayed, said nothing! The location of the flat was incredibly convenient for work, sharing with John meant my expenses were much lower than if I lived alone, I knew from experience I preferred living with a man to with another woman, John nearly always did his share of the chores, our sex was good, I still liked him. But, I decided, 'what was good for the goose would now be sauce for the gander.' If I was sufficiently attracted to someone I met on my travels, from time to time I too would help myself to a bit of a fling - and if John got to suspect what I was up to, so much the better!





Sue Ch. 21-24



Chapter 21

Fringe Benefits

So, with that resolved, the next time I was getting ready for a trip, I took my time in packing and left my case open on the bed, hoping John would notice some of the things I was taking with me. He always liked seeing me in sexy underwear and until then I had never taken any of his particularly favourite things with me, keeping them 'for us'. This time I had, leaving them on top of my other things, so he couldn't help but notice them and wondering if he would actually say anything. He didn't!

Of course, having geared myself up, nothing happened on that trip. There was a man sitting next to me on the plane who spent most of the trip ogling and leering at me but even if he'd had the nerve to proposition me he would have been disappointed. I wasn't simply looking for a grope and a fuck, I still had my standards, it was just that I was available, if someone I fancied came along.

I was luckier on the next. I usually hate eating alone and most times I'm away I'm entertaining a client or someone associated with the business - but at the last minute my client cancelled out of an arrangement, leaving me stranded. By then it was getting late and I was tempted to have a meal sent up to my room but finally I decided instead to brave the restaurant. I spent a bit more time in getting myself ready, putting on some of my special underwear - 'Just in case.' - I thought to myself.

Most hotel restaurants put women who are eating alone off to one side or in a corner, probably recognising they are vulnerable to predatory males and thinking that in that way a woman can somehow 'hide' herself. This one was no different but of course men who travel frequently know what's going on and merely make sure they get seated in he same kind of area. It was just my luck to have one plonk himself down at a table near me, he was fairly drunk when he arrived and by the time he'd had two fast pre-dinner drinks and the first of several glasses of wine he was becoming quite obnoxious. My waiter was only a young chap but when he saw what was going on he did his best to protect me, first by moving me to another table and then hovering nearby as often as the demands of the few remaining diners allowed him to.

He was a good-looking young man, in his late teens I guessed, tall, blonde, with brilliantly blue eyes - the sort of young man featured in TV commercials and magazine advertisements.

Even though I had been moved further away from him, the man, who was getting quite drunk by this time, still persisted in staring at me with a stupid smirk on his face and on at least two occasions he got up to try to wobble over towards me and I was very grateful to see my protective waiter persuading him to stay where he was.

So by the time I had finished my desert I had had enough and when the waiter asked if I would like coffee I said - 'No thank you - I'd rather leave before there's any real trouble.' He smiled apologetically and then, asking me to - 'Please stay there for just a minute.' - walked quickly away. I didn't know what he was up to but did as he had asked and sure enough, in only a minute or two he was back.

'The manager understands the inconvenience you have been caused and would like to know if you would like coffee and a brandy, or perhaps a liqueur, brought up to your room?'

On the surface it sounded like the sort of thing you hope a good hotel would do, good public relations. But I had to smile - what he was doing was so transparent. He hadn't had time to explain anything to the manager, even if he was still around at that time - he fancied me and had come up with a way of at least getting into my room, after that he'd take his chances on getting into my pants!

So of course I said - 'That's very considerate of the manager.' - adding flirtatiously. 'I hope you're going to be the one bringing it up to me.' When I saw him blush furiously I knew I had been right and then, when he saw my grin and realised I knew what he'd been thinking he couldn't help responding with an even wider one.

'You can't blame a guy for trying can you.'

'I don't - and I'm serious - I hope you're going to bring it up to me.' I repeated quietly.

'Seriously?'

'Seriously. Room 422. How long before you finish here?'

For a moment I thought he was going to back down but I guess the look in my eyes convinced him he was really on to a sure thing and his hormones no doubt made the decision for him. Having had a quick look around the restaurant he answered - 'Half an hour or so. Is that O.K.?'

'That'll be fine. Don't worry about the coffee or brandy though, I've got a mini-bar in the room - just bring yourself!'

He did, though he was a bit longer than he had said he would be, taking time to get out of his waiter's uniform and, I guessed from the smell of him, to have a quick shower after he had finished in the restaurant. He wasn't a great lover but what he lacked in finesse and staying power he tried his best to make for with youthful energy. He came very quickly the first time - but within a matter of minutes was hard again and lasted quite a bit longer before he climaxed again. I let him rest for a while, got us both a drink, then, almost casually began to play with his cock and 'hey presto!' soon had it back inside me - and that time he actually gave me an orgasm too.

Afterwards, as we lay there smoking and finishing our drinks a thought suddenly occurred to me.

'I don't know your name yet!'

'Mike. What's yours?' he asked, grinning madly.

'Sue. There, that's better - at least we know who we've been screwing with now. By the way.' I added as another thought popped into my mind. 'Have you had any dinner?'

'No, we normally get a meal after we've finished work. I had something better to do!' he said, still grinning like a cat that had swallowed the cream.

'I thought so. Now, get on to room service and order something, I don't want you fading away from lack of energy.'

I don't think until then that he realised that I planned on us doing it again and, if it was possible, his grin got even wider still.

I got him to disappear into the bath-room when room service delivered - and couldn't help a wistful thought or two about the times I had done that during the week-end that Brian and I had had together - and I paid for it in cash to avoid problems in trying to explain to my boss why my expenses included two separate meals in one evening. Mike had just wrapped a large towel around himself and while he ate I sat and watched him for a while then, telling him to carry on with his meal, I slid down on to the floor between his legs - and slowly began to eat him.

We went at each other on and off most of the night, dozing a while between bouts then one or the other waking and getting started again until, by about three o'clock in the morning I had to admit that I had really been well and truly fucked - and had a very sore pussy to prove it! Mike admitted that he too was exhausted and was as happy as I was at that stage to call it quits - so we finally rolled apart and slept.

The flight home the following evening was really the first chance I had to think over what I had done that night. It certainly wasn't the first time I had in effect taken charge of a sexual situation, I had always enjoyed the strange sense of power making love to, rather than with a man, gave me - and of course I could never forget that I had virtually raped Brian that very first night. But I had never before had a night of just pure, raw sex with a man about whom the only thing I knew was his first name.

I was surprised to find that looking at it in that way made the memory of it even more exciting! 

In fact I found that as I sat there, looking down at the swirling clouds far below us - remembering the sight and feel of Mike's strong, young body - I could feel my still tender pussy not only tingling but actually getting quite damp.

When John made overtures to me that night I made a point, for the first time since we had been together, of telling him I was just too tired from my trip to be able to make love with him. He not only accepted my rebuff without a murmur but I had a feeling that he was almost relieved by that response and I couldn't help wondering just what he might have been up to the previous night. I doubted he had been as energetic as Mike had been but then perhaps he had strengths he had never demonstrated to me.  

I suppose that in a way, from then on we developed an unspoken agreement between us - that what either of us got up to when I was away was 'private territory'. Often one or the other would make a special effort either the night before I went away or my first night home, not always, but more often than not. I guess in doing that we were convincing the other - and perhaps ourselves as well - that this was the permanent part of our lives, the other events were a side-show.

The freedom I and in fact I suppose, we had given ourselves changed my attitude to my job in several ways.

For one thing I was less reluctant to be away for two or three days, previously I had often tried to cram several things into one day, so I could get home to John at night. Now I gave myself as much time as I thought the job really needed, so of course I began to get better results, the clients were happier and because of that, my boss made sure I got regular pay increases or a bonus from time to time.

I also began to look at the clients in a different way.

Most of the senior people I dealt with were men of course and up to then I had always maintained a very cool, almost distant relationship with them, just to avoid any potential problems. Now I began to open-up more, be more my natural self - if one of them appealed to me and made a discrete advance I wasn't afraid to respond - which occasionally led to some extremely enjoyable evenings! And of course, didn't do the business any harm either. Not that I used my sex to push the business along, though if it had been my own company I might have had a different attitude. But if - I enjoyed myself, got taken to places I couldn't otherwise have afforded, was given an expensive gift from time to time and at the same time - the company I worked for had happier clients, then I figured everyone was better off.

But of course all of that was still a relatively minor part of my life, most of the time I was home with John, my trips were interludes, worthwhile and mostly very, very enjoyable - but still just interludes.

We had our friends, his, mine and the newer ones that we had met since we had been together, we both enjoyed the occasional party, a trip to the beach in summer, the theatre or a movie when it was wet. I had persuaded John that we should fix up the flat a bit, so we did some painting and papering, got some new pieces of furniture and it was really starting to feel like 'home' to both of us.

In fact as time went by I began to think that it was a possibility that John and I could soon be talking about a truly permanent relationship - then Vicki came on to the scene.

The two nurses in the flat below, that had been the mainstay of John's extracurricular activities had been gone for a week before I even knew Vicki had moved in. Although I knew what had been going on between John and the nurses, I had always given a cheery greeting on the odd occasions I bumped into one or the other of them and sometimes stopped to pass the time of day. I don't know what they thought - whether I didn't know about their 'spare man' or that I knew and didn't care - but either way, I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of being sure, so purposely kept up a normally casual, neighbour's relationship. So, on one of those occasions a couple of weeks earlier they had mentioned that they were planning on moving, they said they had got themselves new jobs at a hospital on the other side of the city and because of the strange hours they worked, had to look for somewhere closer to where they would be. But I hadn't actually seen them go - and I certainly hadn't seen Vicki move in.

So, as I learned later, by the time I first met her, she and John had already started on their sexual adventure. We met at the front door one evening as we both arrived home from work at the same time. I couldn't help noticing the remarkably attractive young woman walking down the street from where she had parked her car but was surprised when she turned into the building, just ahead of me. When she saw I was following she held the door open for me and as we were obviously both going to go up the stairs it was only natural that we should speak to each other.

'Do you live here too?' she asked.

'Yes, top floor - and you?'

'Yes, the one below, I moved in ten days ago, my name's Vicki.'

'Hi, mine's Sue.' As she heard the name her eyes widened fractionally but she said nothing.

'You may have seen my guy around the place, John, he works at home most days so he usually knows more about what's going on than anyone else. I'm surprised he hadn't mentioned you - he usually has an eye for a good-looking woman. You must have taken over the flat the nurses were in.' I added.

'Yes I met them briefly the first day - they seemed like a couple of fun people - and I have met John, he was able to fix a fuse for me.'

'Interesting!' I thought to myself. 'Why hadn't John mentioned the new tenant? Was he up to something with her already?' But, in my wildest dreams I could never have imagined just what they had been up to in such a short time!

We bumped into each other several times over the next few weeks, she was always so smartly turned out and beautifully groomed that I couldn't help admiring both her looks and her style and, in spite of my suspicions I maintained the same casually friendly attitude that I had with the nurses. 

Then John was involved in an accident, he was coming home by cab from a business appointment and the cab was hit by a car that had jumped a red light. John's side of the cab took the full force of it and he ended up in hospital with a badly broken leg and concussion. I got the call at work and of course dashed straight off to see him. Although they had already cleaned and stitched up a nasty cut on his head from where it had hit the side window he still looked a mess with that side of his face badly swollen and already discoloured from the bruising. His leg had been broken low down, near the ankle and it was plastered and elevated on a frame. Naturally he had been given pain-killers and he was still very woozy from those and the shock but he still managed to give me a weak, lop-sided grin when he saw me.

'Don't try to talk love.' I said when I saw how difficult that was for him. I leaned over and kissed his forehead then sat down beside the bed and held his hand, again he smiled weakly then, with it still on his lips he relaxed, closed his eyes and just drifted off to sleep. When I was sure he was settled I eased my hand from his and went in search of the sister in charge, who explained what she knew of what had happened, what his injuries were and that she thought he would be kept in hospital for three or four days, mainly to ensure there were no complications arising from his head injury. She said John would probably sleep for several hours and having found out what times I could visit, I left and went home to collect the things he would need for the next few days.

As it happened I met Vicki on the way in and when she saw the expression on my face she naturally asked if I was all right. I explained that John had been in a car crash that he was in hospital and that I had to take some things in to him. She was really nice, not just sympathetic but genuinely wanted to help and after some protest I accepted her offer of a meal after I had been back to see John that evening.

When I returned later he didn't look any better of course, he was still on sedatives for the pains, mainly from his leg and after sitting with him for about an hour I decided he would be better if I just let him try to sleep, so having promised to return the following day, I left.



Chapter 22

Vicki

I was tempted to ignore Vicki's hospitality but I neither wanted her to think me rude nor really fancied the prospect of just sitting on my own, worrying about John so I knocked on her door. She let me in, asked how John was and offered me a drink, which I suddenly realised I actually needed. As I sat down I couldn't help admiring what she had done to the flat in such a short time, it was the same lay-out as ours upstairs of course but it looked so different, so feminine, somehow much more welcoming. Having talked about John's condition and the nurse's estimate of how long he'd be in hospital we began to simply chat. She told me that she was secretary to a man who owned a fairly big import-export company and I told her what I did, which she appeared to find really interesting.

Anyway, she got us both another drink, we continued chatting and as I began to relax, one thing led to another so that by the time we had moved to the kitchen to put the finishing touches to the meal she had under way, we had naturally got around to talking about men.

She was obviously far more experienced than I was and after she had opened a bottle of wine and we had started to eat she soon had me laughing as she recounted some of her attitudes and actual experiences and then, as the level in the bottle got gradually lower, got me to tell her of some of my, to my mind much less interesting ones. So, by the time we had finished both the meal and the wine I felt as though she was an old friend, one that I hadn't seen for some time and was simply telling her about what had happened to me since we last met. It was also obvious that she felt comfortable with me, I got the impression that for some reason and like myself, she didn't have any really close friends and that she was enjoying the opportunity to swap intimacies as much as by then I was.

But though she asked about previous lovers and what had happened between us I noticed that she never once mentioned John and although I wasn't quite sure why, I avoided bringing him into our conversation too.

By the time we cleared the table and took the dishes out to the kitchen I'm sure we were both just a little bit drunk, we were certainly giggling a lot and maybe that partly accounts for what happened next. It started when she made a comment about the shape of the cock of one man she'd known, I burst out laughing and told her that was ridiculous so then she told me she'd prove it. We went back into the other room and I sat down on the sofa while she disappeared into what I knew must be her bed-room, she was gone a couple of minutes or so and when she came back I saw she was carrying a photograph album.

'You mean you've got a picture of it?'

'It - and lots of others!' she answered with a cheeky grin. 'Do you want to see?'

I realised I had never seen a picture of a man's erect cock and was strangely fascinated by the prospect.

'Mmmm.' I answered with a nod as she laid the book down on the coffee table in front of me.

'Do you fancy a port or a liqueur while we're having a look?'

'Why not. Do you happen to have any brandy?'

'Ah, a woman after my own heart.' she said and poured two more large drinks for us. 'Now, let's see if we have similar taste here too.' she added as she sat down beside me and opened up the album.

What a collection! She started by flicking some way through it to find the picture that had started it all, of the man with the bent cock - and I had to apologise to her when I saw it, it really was bent. 'It may look odd but it was certainly effective. It got into some unusual places, with some quite dramatic results!' she said with a laugh.

As I continued to stare at it I tried to imagine what she meant and found the picture and the thoughts her comments had roused starting up a strangely exciting feeling inside me.




Sue Ch. 21-24



'But let's start at the beginning.' she said, closing the album and then opening it again at the first page. She not only had pictures of more men - and their bodies and cocks - than I had known myself but, as I slowly worked my way through it I was to find she also had pictures of women, women who from the way they were photographed had quite obviously been her lovers too. I didn't know what was behind the sequence of the photographs, whether it was by time or something else but it was clear that they were grouped into three sections - men, women and the final section, men and women. Vicki obviously had wide-ranging tastes - and it was equally obviously that she had indulged them fully.

Some of the photographs, particularly in the first section, were to my mind quite strange, men tied up in ropes and straps, men doing odd things - there were a couple where a man had his fully erect cock in a fish tank, in the second one he was ejaculating, the photograph clearly capturing the thick jet as it clouded the water. But I found others were really exciting, men posing in a variety ways, all of which dramatised their variously sized and shaped, glossy-headed cocks from all sorts of angles.  

I found myself feeling positively envious, not only of Vicki's experiences but of the fact that she had a record of what she had done, something to remind her of the men she had known and the delights they had shared.

As I went through the book I had noticed that there were a couple of pages at the end of the section that pictured men on their own, two pages where several pictures were missing, the small corner-fasteners were there but the pictures weren't. I didn't really think anything about it at the time but later I understood their significance.

Scattered through the second and third sections were photos of Vicki, sometimes alone, sometimes with another woman or with both a man and a woman. When I came across the first one of her she was dressed, looking really quite lovely, but a couple of pages later I found one of her totally naked. I looked at it for a few seconds, she had a truly stunning body - and then I looked up and saw that she was watching me quite intently, waiting for my reaction.

'I can see why you've attracted so many lovers Vicki. You look sensational there, you'd make any man's mouth water.'

'Thank you Sue. The girl who took that was a marvellous photographer and I bet if she took one of you you'd look just as good.'

'I doubt that.' I said as I returned to slowly turning the pages.

'No, I'm serious. I bet you've got just as good a figure - for one thing you've got terrific legs, much longer than mine.'

'Maybe - but I missed out a bit in the breast department.' I answered with a grin.

'If you feel under-endowed compared to me, wait until you turn a few more pages.'

When I had I saw exactly what she meant. The breasts on the woman in the pictures on the next two pages were huge, almost unbelievable big - but it wasn't just their size but the fact that in spite of that they were obviously still firm and beautifully shaped - they were spectacular!

Naturally I asked Vicki who she was and where she had met her - meaning, what had happened between the two of them?

'That was a couple of years ago now. She was a friend of the girl who took the earlier picture of me, the one you liked so much, she was trying to break into nude modelling and my photographer friend was taking her pictures. I happened to be there for one of the sessions, I guess it was curiosity more than anything else, what they would actually feel like I mean. Anyway, I discretely made a bit of a play for her, just like a man would I suppose, to my surprise she responded. It turned out she was totally gay, we had a short but quite dramatic thing going, so much so that I lost my photographer through it, which I regretted later. Still, that's the way it goes sometimes isn't it.'

'Which of these was the photographer?'

'That's the silly thing, I don't have one of her. She would never let me take her photograph. Understandable in a way I suppose - but a pity. I'm sure I would have taken a good one of her, she taught me a lot about taking pictures and she had a lovely body, very slim, quite tiny, but lovely.'

While she was talking I was still slowly turning the pages but stopped when I saw several loose photographs, picking them up I saw that they were of her. She was semi-naked, obviously tied down on her bed. In the first there was a candle burning, between her wide-spread thighs! Its glow highlighted her open pussy and I could see from the sharpness of the picture that she was wet, the candle-light reflecting from the glistening moisture that clung to the puffy outer lips.

I stared into the picture. She had been looking directly up into the lens so her eyes, though shadowed were looking straight into mine. It felt as though I was actually there, looking down at her, staring at her pussy - and found myself wanting to touch it, to kiss it, to lap up and taste those sparkling droplets.

Then I became aware of her hand lightly resting on my shoulder and as I did, her fingers slipped up the back of my neck, through my hair and slowly turned my head towards her. She leaned close, her eyes, as in the photograph, were staring deep into mine and her hand urged my head gently towards her until my lips felt the warm softness of hers touching them. My head spun and a whirling confusion of sensations surged through my body as I felt my mouth responding to her kiss. A kiss like none I had ever known - softer, more tender, less urgent - yet as physically arousing as any other I remembered experiencing.

She took me to her bed, teaching me things about myself I hadn't known before. Unlike a man, who really only needs to have his cock and balls handled to achieve his maximum response, I knew from my own previous experience that compared with that single instrument of pleasure, a woman's body is more like a band. Having a range of body parts that are able to be played in different ways and capable of producing a range of different responses. But in Vicki's hands I discovered that my body was far more like a full orchestra!

She caressed me in ways and places that gave me completely new sensations - touching me with her fingers, her lips, her tongue - slowly, almost leisurely building my excitement until I began to feel that the pleasure she was giving me was all that mattered in the world, that if only it would never stop I would ask for absolutely nothing else. But though it grew infinitely slowly the deeper need did of course continue to escalate and as in time it became still more powerful so my responses to her caresses grew more demanding, more desperate. 

But even then she made me wait, it was as though she knew my body better than I did myself - and, when finally she led me over the top I realised that in fact she did, that this was the kind of climax I had been longing and searching for all this time.

After the long rolling waves of sheer ecstasy had gradually subsided I lay quite still beside her, weak and helpless from the totally draining pleasure she had given me but still enjoying the feeling of the warm silkiness of her skin against mine.

But of course it wasn't too long before I was fully recovered and wanting to both satisfy the fantasy that the photograph had triggered and give Vicki at least some of the pleasure she had given me. As I roused myself and began my first tentative caresses I tried to repeat for her the things she had done that had thrilled me so much and was soon delighted to see her responding to my touch. At the same time I was also surprised to find how much actual pleasure I got from caressing her, my finger-tips tingling as they explored the feel of the soft curves and crevices of her body, so completely different to the rough hardness of a man's body.

It was only when I was sure that I couldn't increase the intensity of what she was feeling any further with just my hands and fingers that I began to first lick and then gently suck and nibble her too. In time I realised from her increasingly powerful responses just how strongly I was arousing her, her body almost vibrating from the tension I had been able to build up in her - her legs, bent and spread apart and, high up between them her sex, it too wide open - rose-pink, puffy, wet - just as I had seen it in the photograph.

I slid myself down and crouching between her thighs, bent to breathe in the scent of her arousal and then to lightly lick the moist, outermost folds of her flower-like sex, tasting the sweetly acrid flavour of her and watching as her body automatically responded to that first, very delicate touch. 

As she had with me, I took my time, almost teasing her by advancing then retreating a little before I again increased the pressure or scope of my caresses - using my tongue, lips, mouth and fingers to gradually produce what I hoped would be a crescendo that was as dramatically powerful for her as had been the one she had created for me. And, when finally I felt her body arching and heard her muffled groans turn to a low, keening wail I knew exactly what she was experiencing and what she needed me to do for her to soar high over the top. As my tongue and hands worked in unison I felt her contractions grow in strength and watched as every fibre in her body tensed, then as she felt the first of a long series of massive convulsions, she shrieked as the power of the orgasm ripped through her.

I knew better than to leave her there, instead I continued working on her still responsive body, urging another and then another climax from her, somehow wanting to reduce her to nothing but a quivering, pleasure-weakened shell - only finally stopping when she sobbingly begged me to.



Chapter 23

The Album And Plans

We lay there together for a while - she told me how wonderful I had made her feel, how much I had excited her and in return I told her how surprised I had been by my reaction to my first female lover. How deeply she had aroused feelings I didn't even know I was capable of. Then a little later, she lent me one of her robes, we made some coffee and returned to the other room, sitting close together on the sofa, her album of pictures still on the table in front of us. I was flicking through it at random, comparing my reactions to the male and female sections, in a way testing myself, trying to see which now aroused more interest, half expecting that this new found aspect of myself would somehow have blotted out my reactions to a male body. But of course it wasn't like that at all, I found that as before, I was intrigued by some of the men and could imagine myself enjoying their very obvious attributes, whereas I merely appreciated and admired the photographs of the attractive women. In a way I was relieved to find that what had taken place between Vicki and I hadn't instantly turned me into a lesbian.

Of course as I hopped about through the album I was bound eventually to come to the empty page that I had noticed before.

'What happened to these pictures Vicki?' I asked.

She didn't reply immediately but looked thoughtfully at me for a few seconds before getting up and going across to her bed-room, quickly returning with several in her hand. She still didn't say anything but took one and carefully slipped it into one set of the corner-fasteners on the second of the two blank pages. The photo didn't show the man's head, focusing on his cock, which was massive! But it wasn't just the size of it that immediately electrified my interest - the situation he was obviously in was in itself as arousing as the sight of its size was.

He was wearing nothing but a series of leather straps and bindings and appeared to be tied to a tree or a pole of some sort, obviously he could hardly move at all. His cock and balls were in a small harness, that lifted and supported them and although I realised that just the angle from which the picture had been taken would exaggerate their size, I could tell from the knobbly look the swollen veins gave it that his cock must have been grotesquely bloated and almost painfully hard. I don't know what went through my head as I sat staring at the picture, I know I found it incredibly stimulating and couldn't take my eyes off it, so much so that it was a while before I realised that Vicki was slipping another into the fasteners lower down on the same page.

It was of the same man of course, and as he was in the same position, it had obviously been taken at the same time, just from a different angle. His face was still not shown, again his cock was the centre of the photo and as it was taken from further away I was able to see that in fact the first picture hadn't really exaggerated its size by much, it was in fact enormous - but this time, also vaguely familiar! My eyes flicked from one photo to the other and at the same time as I felt the steadily increasing stirrings deep inside myself, my mind was comparing the pictures with others in my memory.

'It's John!' I exclaimed suddenly and turned to see Vicki's reaction.

She just nodded, neither a smile of pride nor a look of apology on her face as I desperately struggled with my emotions, trying hard to sort out my real feelings. 

They, he, had cheated on me! I knew he had, with one or both of the nurses - had almost guessed he had with her also. But then I had too, with others - and now with Vicki as well.

He had first! I hadn't been slow in following in his foot-steps - and had enjoyed, more than I really cared to admit to myself, both Vicki as a person and as a lover...

What was I arguing about? I didn't really have any regrets - and I didn't think John would have either. It seemed that neither of us was as truly committed to the other as perhaps I had secretly hoped we might be.

The struggle over, I took her hand in mine, leaned across and, I think to her surprise, gently kissed her full on the mouth. Then, sitting upright again and looking straight into her eyes, asked.

'Do you have any more - of our lover?'

She smiled and I saw a look of both relief and pleasure in her eyes as she squeezed my hand and answered.

'Yes, are you really sure you want to see them, all of them?'

'All of them Vicki.'

There were a few more that showed him strapped-up and it became clear in those that they had been out in the country together when the sequence had been taken. In most of the others I could see his face and although I felt a slight twinge when I first saw it and recognised from his expression the intensity of feelings he must have been experiencing, that quickly passed and I took a more clinical interest in what Vicki had done to get him so incredibly aroused. Vicki answered my questions quietly but in detail and I was intrigued by the fact that she had, in such a short time been able to uncover something about John I had never even suspected in the months he and I had been together.

There were two other pictures, obviously taken here, in her flat. In those John was wearing only a shirt - he appeared to be carrying a tray of some sort - below, was that familiar cock, not as massive as in the outdoor pictures but still fully erect. When I asked her when they had been taken I found that it had been at the end of her first week in the flat - before I had even known she existed.

She went on to tell me much of what they had talked about during the times they had been together also repeating what she had told him about her own philosophy and physical needs. She and I were different in that she appeared to savour the anticipation of love-making almost as much as she enjoyed the event itself and was able to bring herself to small, frequent climaxes during that time - whereas I had always liked having sex with a man who could provide me with a long, rolling orgasm. Partly because of her preference she was prepared to spend far more time than I had ever done in building-up her partner's tension and his own sense of anticipation - whilst I had tended to either accept circumstances as they arose or, on those occasions when I had made the first moves myself, be far more direct. 

Although some of the things she told me she had done sounded almost bizarre to me, I could easily understand how John, or many other men, would have found a woman who would not only do such things but enjoyed even the planning of them, totally irresistible - even if she hadn't been as physically attractive as Vicki was.

But then there were many other things she told me about that, as I imagined myself doing something similar, I thought could be very exciting. I regretted not having had Vicki's imagination and found myself wondering what course my life, not just my sex-life, might have taken, even during the last few months, if I had had the same attitude to sex as she had.

By comparison with some of the other things she had experienced her adventures with John seemed a bit tame, though it was obvious that John hadn't found them so at the time. She was recounting in some detail a particular week-end she had enjoyed, sharing a holiday-flat with two men - a father and his teen-age son - and as I tried to put myself in her place I found to my surprise that I was actually getting quite turned-on. She must have seen or sensed something of what I was feeling because in the middle of telling me about what happened during one afternoon she suddenly stopped.

'Does the idea of that kind of three-some sound interesting Sue?'

'The way you tell it, yes it does.' I said, giving her a grin as I added. 'I'm quite sure I could handle that much sex.'

She laughed with me. 'I'm sure you could too. But what about the other way?'

She saw my puzzled expression and explained. 'You know, two girls, one guy.'

I thought about that and as I was doing so I realised what she really meant. 'You mean us - and John?'

'Why not?'

'Why not indeed?' I thought to myself. Each of us had now been to bed with the other two, was it essentially any different if we did it together at the same time? I had to admit to myself that I was excited by the thought of being able to watch John's cock pumping into Vicki's sweet little pussy - and having her then see him doing the same thing to me. I wondered how he would handle having to see the pair of us making love together - I knew that many men were turned-on by the thought of two women making love to each other - but wasn't sure if that still held true when the women involved were their own lovers. 'Well, there's one way of finding out.' I thought.

'How do we go about it Vicki?' I finally answered - and saw her face light up with a happy smile.

'You mean it?'

'Yes. If nothing else, it'll be interesting to see how he reacts to it.'

'I'm sure he'll love it - and so will you!' she replied confidently. 'Now, let's think about how we'll set it up. How long do you think the accident will keep him out of action?'

'They said he'd be in hospital for a few days, mainly to make sure that there's no serious damage to his head. His leg will be in plaster for a few weeks I suppose, I didn't ask them about that.'

'So, that means you'll be alone over the week-end. Why not spend it with me?' she said, with a look that left no opportunity for me to misunderstand her meaning. 'Apart from anything else, we can use the time to work out a really good plan.'

And that's exactly what we did, spent the next three nights together, during which Vicki taught me things about myself I had never really appreciated before - and in between pleasuring each other we came up with the details of just how we planned to go about giving John the 'time of his life', as she liked to describe it.

The first thing we decided and agreed to was that we should make sure that he was feeling really randy by the time it happened, that meant keeping him on a very limited sex life between now and then. Vicki said that if I had to go away and he came looking for her, as I felt sure he would, she would tell him she was suffering from a non-specific infection and I said I would do the Florence Nightingale act - become overly concerned about his well-being, not wanting to risk hurting him, generally treating him like a sick little boy. While he was being starved, we would find chances to spend time with each other so we wouldn't be totally missing out ourselves and we giggled at the thought of his growing frustration and the head of steam he'd be building up as a result of our plot.




Sue Ch. 21-24



We discussed several ideas about what we would do when the time came and although we included one or two of mine I have to admit that when it came to being creative Vicki was streets ahead of me - some of the things she suggested were quite weird and although I found myself getting excited by the pictures she painted I just couldn't see myself being able to carry them out. Our final plan was a little bit kinky but not outrageously so and I felt myself looking forward to carrying it out, regretting that we couldn't give it a try straight away. But as Vicki said, we now had something to look forward to and in the meantime we could enjoy the growing sense of anticipation, getting pleasure from playing it over in our minds - and I began to get an understanding of that aspect of her enjoyment of sex.

John came home early the following week and although he still looked a bit of a mess and was in some pain it was obvious that he was in fact feeling very much better already and within a day or so I was having to lay on the Florence Nightingale thing a bit thickly to keep him at arms length. I could tell from the looks he was giving me that he was wanting me - and that gave me those nice squirmy feelings that previously would always have led to us going straight to bed - but I didn't allow them any room to grow, instead I bustled around him, probably irritating him with my unnecessary attentions and I hoped, steadily increasing his physical frustration too.

I felt a bit mean when on a couple of occasions Vicki and I relieved our own tensions together but, as she said, we were only helping him to get more out of what we had in store for him when he was fit enough to really enjoy it, assuring me that he'd thank us for it when he found out what we had done for him.

By the following week most of the bruising had disappeared, he had the stitches taken out and in spite of the plaster cast on his foot was starting to get about quite easily again. I had put off one trip during that time but as I then felt that he was more than capable of taking care of himself I re-arranged it and, having let Vicki know, took off for a couple of days. On my return I could immediately see that his frustration level had increased even more and guessed that Vicki's 'infection' had also played its part in our little scheme. That night I feigned exhaustion from the trip and, much to his very obvious annoyance took myself off to bed early, leaving him to watch TV alone.

I rang Vicki the following day and told her I thought he was just about at fever pitch and didn't know if I could hold him off for too much longer. She confirmed that he had tried to get her to see him while I had been away and that he had got quite shitty when she gave him the story about her little problem and we agreed that as it was apparent that, apart from his foot, he had fully recovered, we should use the coming week-end to try out our plan.

'Having him slightly immobilised already will just add a bit more spice to the situation Sue.' she said with a laugh. 'Now, are you clear about the sequence of what we have to do?'

'You'll ring him to say the doctor's given you a clean bill of health. I'll tell him tonight that I have to go away Friday and that I'll be away for the week-end - I already have a good story to back that up. Instead of leaving I come down to your flat and you'll have taken your phone off the hook so that he can't reach you that evening. Then you'll ring him Saturday morning and say you happened to see me leaving and wondered why he hadn't rung you - he'll think your phone was out of order and, knowing him that will make him all the more frustrated. You'll tell him to come down for dinner - and leave him in no doubt as to what you are expecting afterwards.'

'Right. Then all we have to do is to make sure he doesn't spot you during the day - I know how we'll spend part of it.' she said in a voice that started my imagination turning over, then, chuckling as she said it, added. 'But we mustn't exhaust ourselves so perhaps you'd better bring a good book with you, or something.'

It went like clockwork - but I admit I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw that John could hardly hide his excitement at the prospect of having time with Vicki when, after he had heard her 'good' news during the day I gave him my 'bad' news when I got home that evening about having to be away for the week-end. 

As by then he wasn't the only one feeling deprived I was tempted to cheat on the plans Vicki and I had made and take him off to bed with me but managed to push those thoughts away and made excuses about having a lot of work to do in preparation for what I was going away for and then apologised for being far too tired to be bothered with sex. I was surprised that he accepted my excuses so easily, that the prospect of what he thought Vicki had in store for him was more than making up for my unavailability - realising just how powerfully her brand of sex had affected him - and was glad that I wasn't actually competing with her for John.

As I was supposed to be leaving on an evening flight I returned to the flat to pack but as I had actually got the things I would really need for the week-end already put away I simply packed a few more every-day clothes on top of them, to maintain the charade. But I really needn't have bothered, I don't think John would have noticed if I had tried to pack the kitchen sink in my suitcase - I felt sure that within five minutes of my leaving he would be on the phone to Vicki, only to find she was apparently not there.

I gave John a particularly big hug as I was about to leave and promised him that I'd make up to him for my lack of enthusiasm about sex during the last couple of weeks. He held me tight as we kissed and for a moment or two I was again tempted to call the whole thing off but then he let go of me and I could see that his mind - and especially another part of him - was elsewhere, so I picked up my bags and left.

Having driven the car around the corner I parked it and headed back for the flats, as ours was at the back of the building I didn't have to worry about John happening to see me returning but had a few nervous moments when I went back upstairs and quietly knocked on Vicki's door, hoping that John didn't take it into his head to come down, rather than just phoning her. But I needn't have worried, I was quickly inside and the door shut safely behind me.

I suppose we acted like a couple of teenagers, whispering and giggling together, wondering what John was doing, imagining how furious he must be feeling when he found that he couldn't reach Vicki after all. Even later, while we were preparing and then eating our meal we'd suddenly catch each other's eye and just break out in fits of helpless giggles. But later still we went to bed and I admit that the pleasures we gave each other were so strong that even though I knew he was by then in bed alone, immediately above my head, all thoughts of John were completely blocked out of my mind.

Vicki rang him mid-morning and gave a superb performance, she told him that she'd happened to see me getting into my car and that I'd told her that I had to go away suddenly. How excited she'd felt, how she'd virtually sat by the phone waiting for him to call, how disappointed and frustrated she'd been when he didn't. Her surprise when he obviously told her how often he'd tried, her pleasure at hearing that he did want to see her after all. Her disappointment that she couldn't see him until this evening, her promise that she'd make the wait worthwhile for him.

I imagined John on the other end of the phone and felt sure that the tone and promise in her voice, coupled with the starvation diet he'd been on for the last couple of weeks would have combined to give him an enormous hard-on and felt those nice squirmy feelings starting up inside me at I visualised that.



Chapter 24

Then There Were Three

We spent the morning getting everything ready, Vicki did a little shopping while I tidied up the bed-room and started preparing the meal we had planned, when she came back we sorted out the things we would need for that evening and by lunch-time we had finished everything that could be done ahead of time. After a quick snack we went to bed together and again I experienced those strangely satisfying feelings she seemed able to give me each time we made love together. We dozed for an hour or two and then, having re-made the bed with fresh sheets we began to get ourselves ready for John's arrival.

By the time we had finished Vicki looked really mouth-wateringly sexy - a black, short-skirted dress made of a very light, semi-transparent fabric, underneath which, as the black, patterned stockings she wore were self-supporting, she was only wearing a very skimpy g-string - high-heeled, black patent leather shoes completed her outfit and as I looked at her I knew exactly what John's reaction would be the moment she opened the door to him!

My role was of course a bit different, during the early stages I would be hidden away behind the bed-room door, waiting for Vicki to get John to the starting point of our evening's entertainment. Vicki had given me the underwear I had seen her wearing in the photograph that had first aroused me - black lacy things, trimmed with red satin ribbon and tiny bows and even though her breasts were quite a bit bigger than mine I was pleased to find that the outfit actually fitted me quite well. Unlike hers, my black stockings needed the matching suspender belt but like her, I had completed what there was of my outfit with high-heeled black shoes. At first I felt a bit self-conscious in it but she reassured me, telling me how 'yummy' I looked and said that if we only had a little more time she'd love to be slowly taking it off me again.

As we had anticipated, John rang the door-bell exactly on time. 'He can't wait - but he's going to have to!' Vicki whispered, patting my behind as she shooed me into the darkened bed-room and partially closed the door after me. From there on their conversation was muffled, from time to time bits of what they said to each other came through quite clearly but I missed most of it. But I knew the plot and could hear just enough to know roughly which part of it she had got up to.

Our plan was for Vicki wind John up even more than we expected he already would be after his enforced abstinence and having seen just how sexy she looked I guessed that she'd only need to stand still in the middle of the room to do so. But knowing Vicki, I knew she'd do far more than just that! Having got him 'champing at the bit' so to speak, she was to remind him of how good he'd felt the day they had out together in the woods, when he had let her tie him up to a tree for a while. Having got him stripped and partially restrained she was to blindfold him and then bring him into the bed-room. That was when the fun was to really begin for us!

Standing there in the dark, trying to hear what was going on in the other room, imagining what would then be happening in this one, soon had me feeling even more excited than I had got as we had been getting dressed and once again I felt those familiar feelings rising up inside me.

After the sounds of drinks being poured and their initial conversation, which was frequently punctuated by Vicki's light laughter, I then heard the sound of John's voice, muffled but insistent and, from the sound of it, I felt sure he was virtually pleading with her. Then I heard her voice answering him, unfortunately it was even more indistinct but knowing exactly what it was that she would be suggesting to him only increased my excitement even more. When I heard the sound of her footsteps moving about I knew I had been right, she was getting the belts and straps that would enable her to move to the next stage of the little drama, when I would begin to play my part. When I then heard the unmistakable sounds of her starting to undress John I knew I had been right.

I could easily visualise this part, I knew that Vicki would get his jacket and shirt off first, he would be wearing the pair of trousers that we had cut up one seam, to make it easier to get them on and off over the plaster cast. I guessed that Vicki would find that he wasn't wearing any underpants, we just hadn't found an easy way to overcome that problem and I didn't think he would have wanted to be slowed down when he was trying to get them off in a hurry. There was no doubt in my mind that she'd find his cock already fully erect, maybe not as big as it had been in the photographs she had shown me - not yet anyway, but I knew that it would be soon enough!

When she had him completely naked Vicki would begin to strap him up, lightly at first, we didn't want to scare him at this stage. First his hands, bound behind him, just to be sure he didn't change his mind too quickly. We had had a long talk about binding his legs, I was concerned about the increased risk of falling caused by him having one foot in a cast, Vicki had assured me that she would start off with a very loose binding, so he could feel safe and move easily, only later, when she had got him into the bed-room, would she tighten it.

Once she had him partially immobilised like that, she was going to blindfold him, then put a thing called a gag in his mouth - then when all that was done she going to bring him into the bed-room, that was what I was now eagerly waiting for.

During all the time that was going on I heard only occasional sounds of mild pleasure or protest from John and softer, probably encouraging words from Vicki. Then, shortly after those had stopped altogether, I heard the sound of John shuffling awkwardly across the room towards me. That was my signal to get up on to the bed, to stay quite still and to be as quiet as possible - but by then I was so excited by what was to come that I had trouble controlling the sound of my breathing.

By then my eyes had become used to the darkness so the picture that they made as Vicki pushed the door open and led John in was as clear as if it had been broad day-light and, as I had expected, I saw that John's cock was jutting straight out in front of him and that Vicki had yet to put it's special little harness around it. She looked across to where she could just make out the shape of me lying motionless on the bed and gave me a broad, satisfied grin as she steered him around the corner, closed the door behind him and quickly looped and tied a length of one belt to the door handle. Then she turned, nodded and I reached out and switched on the bed-side light.

In spite of his blindfold John may have noticed the increased level of light - but he still didn't know I was there and knowing that gave me a very peculiar feeling. I could tell from the slow, almost imperceptible slackening in the rigidity of his cock that in spite of his sense of anticipation, the peculiar unknowns of the situation were starting to make him nervous. I don't know if Vicki noticed his reaction but she did exactly the right thing to restore his excitement and his state of arousal - she kneeled in front of him, gently took his cock and balls on the palm of one hand and, leaning slightly forwards, slipped her lips over the still bulging head and then took the full length of the shaft deep inside her mouth.

John didn't know of course but I could see that in her other hand she held the harness that until now I had only seen in her photographs of him. She only needed to stimulate him for a minute or two to get his cock back up to its previous size and rigidity and when she had done that I watched with interest and a feeling of increasing excitement as she then let her mouth slip slowly, tantalisingly from the length of him and replaced it with the soft leather, that fitted snugly under and around it.

It seemed to me that it got stiffer just from the effect of the restraint and when Vicki stood and moved to one side I was able to get a better view of him and I felt sure that even as I watched it the head grew larger and took on a darker colour. Then she moved back close to him and lifting the hem of her skirt until it was level with his cock, she slowly waved it from side to side, letting it just lightly brush across the bulging head. She reached up with the other hand, somehow loosened the gag and while keeping a firm grip of the end of it she spoke to him for the first time since they had come into the bed-room.

'Do you remember how the scarf felt John?'

'Yes.'

'Did it feel something like this?'

'Yes.'

'Better, stronger?'

'A bit.'

'Would you like to feel something as strong as that again?'

'Yes - yes please!'

'If you'd really like that I'm going to have to tighten the straps a bit. Is that O.K.?'

'Yes.'

'You're sure you won't mind me doing that?'

'No.'

All this time she had been wafting the edge of her skirt to and fro across his cock and guessing how much that must be exciting him, I wasn't surprised that he agreed to whatever she asked him!

She did as she had said she would, tightening up not only the straps that bound his arms but also those around his legs and that made it impossible for him to move away from the door - she even gave a gentle tug on the harness around his cock and balls and although he accepted the other adjustments without a murmur I saw him briefly wince as she did that.

Once she was satisfied with what she had done she spoke to him again. 'Last time we enjoyed being together you were in fact being naughty. In fact you have got into the habit of being naughty. Do you know what I mean John?'

'No, I'm sorry. No I don't.'

'I think you do John.'

This time there was a pause before he answered, he was obviously trying to think through exactly what she meant.

'I don't, I really don't know what you mean Vicki.'

'That wasn't the answer I wanted John. You know you've been naughty. I know you've been naughty. And - even more importantly, Sue knows you've been naughty.'

As she said that she jerked the gag tight again, stifling his opportunity to reply and then almost simultaneously whipped the blindfold from his eyes.

I naturally both knew what she planned to do and was watching every movement so when his eyes had recovered from the first flood of unexpected light and he managed to bring them into proper focus - the first thing he saw was me - lying in front of him, half naked, in things he had last seen on Vicki's body, my eyes staring straight into his, boldly, challengingly, sexily.

In the second or two it took for him to register and understand who it was that he was seeing I was delighted to see his cock jerk upwards. It didn't matter whether it was actually me that he was reacting to or just some image of a sexy woman, he reacted and I felt my mouth forming an involuntary half smile in response. I'm quite sure he didn't even see that, his eyes were far too preoccupied with looking over the other parts of me that were on display!

Vicki gave him just enough time to enjoy what I had to offer him before she stepped back into centre stage.

'I told you that you had been naughty John. Sue and I know what you have been up to - a bit here, a bit there. That's not very nice, is it.' she said, again releasing his gag.

John took a long time to answer. Naturally he was bewildered, unsure of his situation, didn't know how best to answer the questions. He took a plunge, answering in a voice that he obviously found difficult to hold steady. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. You are both such sexy women - you both seemed to want me. What's a guy supposed to do?'

'I'll tell you what a guy will do.' Vicki answered with an authoritative tone in her voice that I had never heard before. 'He'll just stand and watch while the two women he's been fucking show him just how little they actually need his paltry, ineffectual cock. Won't we Sue?' she asked as she turned to face me.




Sue Ch. 21-24



'We certainly will Vicki.' I answered, keeping my eyes locked on to John's for several, long seconds before I pointedly turned away from him and faced her and, getting myself up into a kneeling position, added. 'I told you before, that dress makes you look good enough to eat - and while I've been here waiting for you, I've been getting hungrier and hungrier.'

In response she gave me a lovely smile and after quickly double-checking that John was securely strapped to the door-handle, slowly moved towards me. I knew that as she was standing between John and the bed-side light he would be able to clearly see her virtual nakedness, especially the sharply silhouetted curves of her breasts and buttocks and a quick glance at his quivering cock confirmed the effect the sight of her was having on him.

She stood beside the bed next to me, then in one smooth move lifted the dress straight up over her head, then stood quite still, so I could begin to slowly and gently caress her.

We took our time, not simply putting on a show for John but really enjoying pleasing each other. From time to time one or the other and sometimes both of us together, paused, stopped what we were doing and took a second or two to look across at John and more importantly, at what his cock's reactions were to what we were doing just in front of him.

Earlier, when I had slipped the g-string from Vicki I had purposely not touched her stockings, knowing that the contrast of the filmy blackness of them against her pale skin would add to John's excitement. For the same reason I had kept on what I was wearing, apart from the shoes - in that way pandering to his and I suppose, every man's fantasy.

If I had thought that his cock had looked big in the first picture Vicki had showed me, it was nothing more than average by comparison with the state it was in after he'd been watching us for twenty minutes or so. Although Vicki hadn't made the harness really tight, as his cock grew thicker and more heavily veined it was steadily squeezed by the leather constraint, making both the shaft and the darkly glossy, pre-cum leaking head bulge more and more monstrously.

Although the gag stopped him from speaking it couldn't stop the involuntary moans he made every now and then as we shifted to a position that he found particularly arousing and his cock surged painfully in response to what he was watching.

Of course later, Vicki stripped me completely naked too and then did as thoroughly and perhaps even more lovingly to me what I had done to her - so during that time, John had been forced to helplessly watch each of us bringing the other to screaming, shuddering climaxes.

It's hard now for me to describe exactly how John was reacting by then. He was still gagged of course so he was restricted to making short grunts and occasional, muffled groaning sounds - but, as well as the almost grotesquely swollen state of his cum-dripping cock, both his literally bulging eyes and the jerky flexing of his well-muscled body told Vicki and I exactly what he was going through, told us just how much choked-off pressure our performance had built inside him. 

Eventually we released it of course - for his and our own pleasure - and I imagine that to this day he remembers that particular, long delayed and ultimately almost volcanic ejaculation. As it turned out neither Vicki nor I got it exclusively - we actually shared in the thick, creamy gouts that we pumped out of him - though I'm glad to say that even after the incredible power of it, he later found reserves that more than satisfied each of us.

But, at that stage we still had other things planned for him before we would finally allow him that relief.

Even when we were finished with each other I knew from the look in Vicki's eyes that she was no more fully satisfied than I was, we had wound ourselves up so much in thinking about and planning for the evening that I felt that given a chance we'd be able to keep going all night. We had been lying back sharing a cigarette, just relaxing, knowing that John's bulging eyes were feeding off the sight of the pair of us - sprawled, with everything blatantly exposed for them - and seeing the effect that view had on him in the way his angrily swollen and now stickily glistening cock strongly pulsed and jerked.

Vicki stubbed the cigarette out, turned to me, smiled and just said. 'Now?'

I smiled back at her and nodded, she was up in a flash and, knowing what came next I slid off the other side of the bed, pulled the pillows off behind me and then went to help her with John. She had already loosened the strap that held his legs, not removing it, just making enough slack so that he could walk. Next she also loosened the one that held his arms behind him, again leaving them bound but lengthening the strap so that he could at least let them hang straight down at his sides. Finally, having releasing the one that she had fastened to the door-knob, we helped him across the room and up on to the bed where I positioned the pillows so that one supported his head and neck and the other went under his buttocks.

Once Vicki was satisfied that he was comfortable she undid and then completely removed the gag. I expected him to speak, either pleading for us to undo the remaining straps or to just give vent to his frustration - but although he sucked in several huge lungfuls of air, he lay there quite silently. It was only then that Vicki unfastened the harness that held his cock and balls and when he felt her doing that he couldn't help giving a spontaneous groan as his body reacted to her touch.

Unlike John we of course both knew what came next, he could only lie there wondering what we had in store for him and I gave him a few minutes to think about that before I made my move. Neither of us said anything, standing on either side of the bed, communicating with our eyes and from time to time both glancing down at his quivering, pole-like cock.

When I was sure he was completely bewildered I made my move and, having got up on to the bed, positioning myself so that I was kneeling astride his head with my pussy immediately above his mouth, slowly lowered myself down to him and, as I did that, Vicki, very quietly just said. 'Eat, John!'

The difference between the feel of his, rougher mouth and tongue and Vicki's softer, more delicate touch, was in itself exciting and after only a very short while I felt my body responding to it. When Vicki noticed that slightly glazed look of pleasure on my face she grinned and then she too got up on to the bed, kneeling astride his hips, her pussy poised just above the blunt tip of his cock-head. Using one hand to lightly spread open her outer lips while with the other she guided him into her, she sank slowly all the way down it until her bottom was resting on his upper thighs.

As he felt her first touch he gasped and then groaned loudly as she took him deep up inside the hot wetness of herself.

'Don't stop eating John!' she said as she saw that his first reaction was to stop what he had been doing to me - and I was happy to feel his tongue re-start with renewed vigour. But he had been wrong if he thought that Vicki was going to fuck him straight away - he had another level of frustration to reach before we planned to allow him that now much needed release. Instead of providing him with the movement he needed to reach that climax Vicki just sat there, quite still, his cock buried right up inside her, while she used her fingers to excite herself, one hand teasing and squeezing her breasts, the other stimulating the protruding bud of her clitoris.

At that stage John must have realised our intentions because he began to work even more intensely on me, no doubt hoping that the sooner Vicki and I came again the sooner we were likely to reprieve him. And in that he was right - Vicki watched my body spasm as his tongue finally worked its magic on it and then as he felt me responding and he gradually lessened the intensity of his activity, through half closed eyes I saw her reach her own too.

But even so, we hadn't entirely finished with him - if he thought she was then going to just bounce up and down on him until he too climaxed, he was again wrong. Once Vicki had come down from her peak she eased herself up off him and slid a little way back down his legs and as she did that, I slid forwards towards her, until we were only a short distance apart, his rearing cock marking the mid-point between us.

I bent low and slid my lips over the wet, bulging head, tasting the mixture of his and her combined secretions. Then Vicki curled one hand around the shaft and as I began to bob and suck she used that one to rhythmically pump the steel-hard shaft and the other to lift and fondle his painfully swollen balls.

Within seconds his body was writhing beneath us as it strove to finally release the massive tension that we had successfully built up inside him. Then, when I felt that first surge I gave him one long, last powerful suck and then, unbending, added my hands to Vicki's for the last few strokes he needed.

He came with simply enormous force, like a fountain. I had never seen any man shoot so much semen, or shoot it so high. By the time his body had finally finished its massive spasms both Vicki and I were liberally splattered with it, not just our breasts and faces, but we got it all through our hair too.

Later, after we had untied him, given him a drink and let him rest a while, we talked - of when and how we found out about each other and what he had been up to with each of us - and of the plan we had made to get a bit of our own back on him. None of us had put any clothes back on of course and Vicki and I exchanged glances when we saw that as we moved about John's eyes would stay watching first one and then the other and that in time, in spite of what that massive climax must have taken out of him, we could also see that he was starting to become re-aroused. After a little direct encouragement we soon succeeded in getting his cock back up to a more normal but still quite adequate size - and, with some practical directions from Vicki, found a number of ways we could all again share in what he had to offer.

That was just the first of many occasions when the three of us shared in the benefits of a threesome - but though we never failed to enjoy our 'get-togethers', as we came to call them, none were ever quite as dramatic or as physically powerful as that first time.